Sex Toys, I Beg Your Pardon

From Panic To Pleasure. SA Has Entered Its Sex Toy Era

Once upon a time in the ye olden days of South Africa, the simple act of opening a sex shop could trigger a full scale neighbourhood riot. People would whisper. Church groups would gather. Aunties would clutch their pearls so hard they almost snapped their necklaces. Sex toys were treated like cursed objects.

Announce you owned one and someone would immediately check if the world was ending or if Jesus was on his way back for an emergency family meeting or you mention a dildo in conversation and get the reply, “How very dare you!” Next you will be inviting it to join the book club!, I find this impertenant."

And if a Jehovah’s Witness happened to walk past the shop window, they would freeze, blink twice, and quietly cross the street like they had just seen Satan running a Black Friday sale for souls.

Fast forward to today and we are living in a glorious era where South Africans are finally catching up with the universal truth.

People like pleasure. People like kink. People like orgasms that make their knees buckle like a cheap camp chair. Who knew.

The Early Days. One Dildo And A National Panic

Back then, if you walked into a shop and saw a rubber penis of any kind, you did not assume it was for fun. You assumed someone was summoning demons. Sex toys were viewed as naughty, dangerous, unholy, confusing, and probably illegal if you looked at them too long. Shop owners would cover the windows. Customers would sneak in like they were doing a crime. A single vibrator could shut down a street faster than a faulty robot.

South Africans Today. We Have Entered Our Slut Era, Yes We Said It

Now look at us. Dragging our carts full of rabbit vibrators, strokers, plugs and lube like we are buying groceries. Talking about orgasms at braais. Asking friends which toys vibrate the least loudly during load shedding. Comparing chastity cages like they are car models.

The shame is gone. The fun is here. People realised something important. Sex toys are not dangerous. Sexual repression is.

Enter MoodTime. The Saviour Of Your Bed, Bathroom And Backseat

MoodTime arrived like a horny fairy godmother.

Locally stocked toys. No judgement. No fear. No customs officer asking why you ordered a tentacle. Just pure adult goods ready to make your week better.

• We made shopping for pleasure normal.

• We made kink accessible.

• We made it possible to explain to your bank why you spent money on a rotating, self heating, thrusting silicone masterpiece without sweating.

The End Of The World Did Not Come

Turns out, owning a dildo does not destroy society.

Buying a butt plug does not break the economy.

Ordering a dragon toy does not summon Satan.

If anything, people got happier. Less stressed. More open minded. Far more bendy.

The only thing that collapsed was the idea that pleasure should be hidden.

Meanwhile, Jehovah’s Witnesses still knock on doors, but now they whisper, by the way, is this the house with the parcel from MoodTime?

South Africa Is Catching Up And Honestly, We Are Doing It Beautifully

We are kinkier than ever.

We are funnier than ever.

We are more experimental than ever.

And we are finally embracing sex toys like they are the national treasures they truly are.

From the newbie who just bought their first bullet to the veteran brat rocking a full fantasy collection, SA is officially done pretending we do not like a good buzz.

Final Thoughts

Sex toys are no longer taboo. They are part of modern self care. They are part of healthy relationships. They are part of bedroom creativity. And thank goodness South Africa finally woke up and joined the party.