
It’s the shittiest bundle of words I need to tag as ‘news’ before hitting submit on a new post, but ecchiTOKYO has suddenly announced they’ll be shutting down next week, December 9th.

I can’t believe we’re already back at the period of time which abolishes a standard week in favour of Black Friday consuming multiple days and then goes straight into Cyber Monday. The upcoming weekend is just GONE, sorry. Time flies when you’re lookin’ at a calendar and it’s covered in cum I suppose.

In what’s probably the least surprising update to anyone even remotely familiar with the long-fumbling Japanese retailer, Otona-Sekai is no more.

You know, it’s kind of a wonder why more new sex toy sites haven’t popped up in this current year of 20XX where it’s now socially acceptable for everyone to stay at home and masturbate non-stop. Surely the industry is booming. But look, here’s one!

I’ve been arsing about wondering if this was worth covering for a while now, but it’s since reached a level of artistic absurdity that I can’t help but be kinda impressed.

Despite the world-famous board game Guess WHO? recently declaring that ol’ Coronavirus (COVID-19) as a global pandemic several weeks after everybody else already did, the impact never really seems to hit home for most folks until a very specific subject is affected.

You know, while I’m not a religious man by any means, I think being surrounded by cardboard cutouts of puckered anime-anuses and enough sex toys to likely create some kind of forbidden fort adventure is exactly what I want to see in the afterlife.
Firstly, apologies for the staggering lack of content recently. I just looked over the front page and realised there’s been like four reviews in the space of two months. Terrible. But there’s honestly a very good reason for it! See, I’ve been very lazy.

Internet cafes where you’re actually encouraged to have a wank? Sure, why not.
I had absolutely no clue at first though. Hopping off at various train stations dotted around Tokyo, it felt like I kept seeing the same jerk hanging off a clock. He’d almost always be somewhere close by, showing total disregard for the fine craftsmanship of precision timing.