Just the name "sex toy" sounds dirty, doesn't it? It sounds perverse, like a thing nobody should ever talk about. Something to relegate to the dark adult stores of K'Rd and Cuba St; never to see the light of day.
If you've ever been to one of these adult stores you'll know that they're not dark and dingy at all. They're bright, light, approachable spaces, and they're full of the friendliest staff I think you'll find in retail.
Sex toys, naturally, are abound in these stores and nobody's kink is judged. It doesn't matter what you're into, there will be a toy in there for you, and the range is even bigger online if you're too shy to hand over your Eftpos card in exchange for a bit of flesh-coloured fun.
Yet sex toys remain taboo in modern society. We are taught to keep them buried in bedside drawers and never speak of them in public, even among friends. This is also a situation where I think the stigma is worse for men than it is for women – TV shows like Sex and The City made it okay to talk about female vibrators 20 years ago, yet for a man to own some kind of realistic sex toy is still seen as unsavoury. A double standard, no doubt, that goes without acknowledgement.
Why do we societally stigmatise sex toys so? Mostly it's because of the stereotype that any person that uses a sex toy does so because they "can't get it" elsewhere. As if owning such a tool is one's last resort because real life sexual encounters are not in their reality: they're loners and losers; too unattractive for real-life sexual interaction.