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Me and My Opinion

Real girls in their own place.
Not too crazy and just a pinch of naughty...

MIMP REVIEW: Jimmyjane Form 3

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and, no, I don’t have a valentine, but I do have a Jimmyjane Form 3. The Form 3 is a special kind of lover. The kind made of silicone, The kind where I put my finger on the thin squishy part and press it to where I need it most and holy shit - I love you Form 3; don’t ever leave me.

My favorite part is the fact that I can bring this baby with me into the shower. Can I just say that If I were stuck on an island, the Form 3 would one of the three things I could take with me because then I could jerk off in the ocean.

Anyway…I live with a roommate who is home constantly. We share a studio (AKA I get no privacy). So, in order to keep me from killing her in her sleep, I bring the Form 3 with me into the shower and let it bring me to delicious orgasm. It’s quiet enough that my roommate has never said anything about hearing anything strange in the bathroom. Maybe she thinks my moans are my attempt at singing.

The best part about having the Form 3 as my valentine is the fact that unlike flowers, it won’t die. I mean, I have to charge it eventually but the battery life on this baby is enough for two orgasms, at least. Who needs awkward v-day dates and stuffed bears when you can have orgasms?

- Anon

Whether your single and loving it, or looking to sexifiy your V-Day, get The Form 3 and have a truly memorable holiday this year….GET IT HERE

Part of running MIMP means managing our Instagram, which is a very special place where we post some of ours and your favorite photos of all our beautiful MIMP gals. If you aren’t following, you should. It will make you day to day infinitely better.
I love looking at our Instagram, and the unique female individuals who graciously share their bodies with us. Such celebration and empowerment of beauty! Most of us can all agree.
But, then there’s trolls. 
There’s wouldn’t bean Internet without trolls, and typically I could care less about a douchebag in Michigan who thinks some chick doesn’t have big enough tits or is too skinny to be beautiful. Because, fuck you dude. It’s too easy to say mean things from behind a screen to a perfectly nice girl just because you can, and maybe because your girlfriend is bored of fucking you. Try something a little more challenging next time. I dare you.
But today something different happened when I went to delete some hateful comments (I really do the best I can to maintain a positive community.) I realized they weren’t made by some asshole with tribal tattoos who loves bathroom selfies.
These hateful comments were made by two girls. Two young girls ripping apart another girl in the photo.
I know they were young because their cheeks were full of baby fat, their teeth covered in braces, and their hair fried from desperately trying to figure out how to use a flat iron. I know they were young girls, because I was once a young girl. 
It made me so deeply sad. Girls making disparaging remarks about one another’s appearance, lifestyle, or choices is unacceptable at any age. But, to see it happen with girls so young was particularly disturbing. 
This is a problem, and it’s not getting better. 
We have to. We HAVE to stop tearing people down just to make ourselves feel good, just to prove a point, just to validate our own choices or missed opportunities. It’s not OK. And it’s especially not OK because young girls like the two I witnessed today are learning that it’s a societal norm.
I love being a part of Me In My Place because I love celebrating women and their right to self expression, in any manner they choose. The site is a positive example for young girls with the message that beauty is being comfortable with yourself. So, let’s all decide to let it be just that. 
If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all. If we don’t practice that old adage, how can we expect it from children?
xo,
Heather

Part of running MIMP means managing our Instagram, which is a very special place where we post some of ours and your favorite photos of all our beautiful MIMP gals. If you aren’t following, you should. It will make you day to day infinitely better.

I love looking at our Instagram, and the unique female individuals who graciously share their bodies with us. Such celebration and empowerment of beauty! Most of us can all agree.

But, then there’s trolls. 

There’s wouldn’t bean Internet without trolls, and typically I could care less about a douchebag in Michigan who thinks some chick doesn’t have big enough tits or is too skinny to be beautiful. Because, fuck you dude. It’s too easy to say mean things from behind a screen to a perfectly nice girl just because you can, and maybe because your girlfriend is bored of fucking you. Try something a little more challenging next time. I dare you.

But today something different happened when I went to delete some hateful comments (I really do the best I can to maintain a positive community.) I realized they weren’t made by some asshole with tribal tattoos who loves bathroom selfies.

These hateful comments were made by two girls. Two young girls ripping apart another girl in the photo.

I know they were young because their cheeks were full of baby fat, their teeth covered in braces, and their hair fried from desperately trying to figure out how to use a flat iron. I know they were young girls, because I was once a young girl. 

It made me so deeply sad. Girls making disparaging remarks about one another’s appearance, lifestyle, or choices is unacceptable at any age. But, to see it happen with girls so young was particularly disturbing. 

This is a problem, and it’s not getting better.

We have to. We HAVE to stop tearing people down just to make ourselves feel good, just to prove a point, just to validate our own choices or missed opportunities. It’s not OK. And it’s especially not OK because young girls like the two I witnessed today are learning that it’s a societal norm.

I love being a part of Me In My Place because I love celebrating women and their right to self expression, in any manner they choose. The site is a positive example for young girls with the message that beauty is being comfortable with yourself. So, let’s all decide to let it be just that. 

If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say it at all. If we don’t practice that old adage, how can we expect it from children?

xo,

Heather

Got a lovely email from one of our fans, Tom, with this photo of his girlfriend getting ready in the morning, now isn’t that a nice view to wake up to in the morning… 
Hey Mimpsters, do you appreciate your significant other? Why not show em off like Tom here? 
Submit your girlfriend in her UNDIES right HERE!

Got a lovely email from one of our fans, Tom, with this photo of his girlfriend getting ready in the morning, now isn’t that a nice view to wake up to in the morning… 

Hey Mimpsters, do you appreciate your significant other? Why not show em off like Tom here? 

Submit your girlfriend in her UNDIES right HERE!

If there’s two things we never thought would go together so well, it’s bike riding and undies. But as always, MeUndies is taking a good thing and making it so much better. 

Also, can we make this a thing? A MeUndies bike ride team. We could have code names…what would yours be? 

Want these on your bum? Do as the MIMP Girls do and order today. 

They’re MIMP approved!

(Source: mimp.findrow.com)

I Can’t Sleep Naked

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You guys, I have a super unsexy confession to make. I can’t, and never have been able to, sleep naked.

I’m currently one half of a serious relationship that often sleeps in the same bed. His side desires no clothes, while mine wants all the clothes possible. I regularly sleep in about three layers of cozy sleepwear. My typical #OOTN (outfit of the night, y’all) is an old tee shirt, sweatpants, sweatshirt and socks. I know, where is the beanie and scarf? Now I realize that sounds excessive, but hear me out. I go to bed looking like Nanook of the North, and miraculously wake up in the morning with several layers removed.

I can’t, won’t and, don’t sleep naked, but I do a mean subconscious strip tease, complete with neatly folded socks at the end of the bed.

This phenomenon has remained a mystery to anyone who’s ever been intimate with me, bless their tolerant hearts. I realize that this is terribly weird and unsexy, but not wearing clothes feels foreign, strange, and somewhat dirty on my nice clean sheets. I don’t get it because I definitely didn’t grow up in a home where nudity was taboo. The very best I can offer is a tank top and full-butt covering granny panties. Sort of adorable? Hard to tell.

Of course I could enter the world of sexy lingerie with silk teddies and such, but it’s expensive and reminiscent of bad porn. I can’t justify spending at least a hundred bucks on something that will be tortured with things like night sweat. Also, it looks constricting and unbreathable. Sleeping is all about comfort, which means I need the touch, the feel of cotton, the fabric of my life.

Sure, I could even invest in upscale fantasy loungewear from Anthropologie, but I’ve yet to find a need for either a robe or $150 camisole designed for sleep.

Does my boyfriend care how dumpy I look at bedtime? Not at all; he loves me and thinks I’m beautiful always (or so he SAYS). Does he care that I impose my anal quirks on him in my own bed? Absolutely.

Going back to the clean sheets business. It doesn’t bother me to be sleeping next to a nude person, but it does bother me when it’s in my bed. I love clean sheets, but I hate doing laundry. So, the logical thing would be to keep the sheets as clean as possible in between washings. People are just dirty and sweaty in general. I’m a clean freak (read the word freak very seriously). I guess this comes down to laziness.

So, we have agreed on something called “fish pants,” which really isn’t as strange as it sounds. It’s a pair of jammie shorts that have fish on them procured from Target as a peace offering. The fish pants live in my pajama drawer and are used for sleepy times at my place (He is free to be…well, free in his own bed without a peep from me because he does his own laundry). Does he protest every time? Yes. There’s a lot of melodramatic cries about “suffocation” and “constriction.”

It’s not unjust. I am a monster, an unsexy monster who has weird hangups.

But he does it because he loves me, all of me, swathed in three layers of pilly cotton.

xo,

Heather

Originally posted on The Gaggle!

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