So why am I reviewing it? Oh, I have my reasons. Listen to Tommy with a candle burning and they will become clear. I’ll just say this: treat sex toy reviewers like garbage, and we’ll retaliate with a fucking brick wall of links. Like, we will ruin your Google reputation.
Not that the Cupcake needs any help. Its shitty icing and stupid cherry and buried vibrations speak for themselves.
It comes in a metal tin with a tiny pin-up girl booklet. What? Isn’t that what you want with your vibrator? No? Why? AREN’T YOU A WOMAN? Sorry, this is actually the manual. Which alerts you to important facts like “Cupcake has 5-speeds”1 and “Cupcake is NOT waterproof or splash proof!” which I imagine being spoken very very slowly to me as if I were a 2-year-old.
Oh, how I wish I could regale you with stories of my highly unladylike orgasms, since the creator of this toy considers orgasms so explicit that they will “tarnish” her “brand image.” She has advised reviewers to “keep ALL reviews as cute, clean & classy as possible,” which apparently does not involve THE ACTUAL GODDAMN REASON MOST PEOPLE BUY A SEX TOY. Give that a think: Shiri Zinn, maker of sex toys, finds orgasms to be ugly, dirty, trashy, and detrimental to her “brand.”
But I can barely reach orgasm with this sugary $56 piece of shit, so I’ll have to settle for calling it a piece of shit.
There are only two vibration intensities. The low one is worthless. I knew it was a problem when I was super fucking horny from watching Trans Grrrls and still, nothing. I press and press and just — nothing. Counterintuitive to all things, the vibrations are in the wrapper, where the button and the motor are — not in the cherry or icing. The high setting eventually brought me to orgasm, but it was the kind of orgasm I would never have if I didn’t review sex toys for a living.
Then I look down and I’m holding a fucking cupcake against my vulva and that’s just embarrassing.
Speaking of that, the Cupcake is an unconscionable vulva hog.
But mostly, don’t purchase sex toys from manufacturers who consider orgasms grotesque and want to censor sex toy reviewers. No, I don’t care if your BFF is a baker and their birthday is coming up. Get them some nice measuring spoons or something instead. $41 saved, no beats missed. And if they want a sex toy, get them one that doesn’t mock them at every turn — and actually gives them orgasms. Intense, mind-boggling, grunting, eye-bulging, gushing orgasms. As nature intended.
Suck on that, Shiri Zinn.