ASW Blog — Pleasure-Focused Insights

Hey everyone! Zoe here. Today, we have a guest post from Kim, an Adult Stuff Warehouse customer. She's sharing her story about navigating FIFO life with her boyfriend, and a rather unique pre-swing project. Get ready to read about it! Over to you, Kim!

So, my guy just landed a sweet FIFO gig. Cue the proud girlfriend vibes! We're talking good money, a chance for him to see a bit of the country, all that jazz. What we' están also talking about? Weeks apart. Long stretches where my only company in bed is my own wildly active imagination (and maybe a family-sized bag of chips, no judgment).

The countdown to his first swing was on, and let's just say the "alone time" anxiety was starting to creep in. But then, something truly unexpected happened. My usually practical, no-nonsense man did something utterly, hilariously out of character.

I purchased a clone-a-willy kit.

Now, before you picture anything too wild, let's keep it PG-13, shall we? The important part isn't the what, it's the why. My sweet, slightly-goofy boyfriend, facing weeks away from his favorite person (me, obviously), decided the best course of action was to create a mini, silicone version of himself. As a "placeholder." To "keep me company."

Honestly? I cackled. And then, because I'm me, I decided to lean all the way in. The weekend before he was due to fly out for the first time, I surprised him. Not with a fancy dinner, not with a heartfelt card. Nope. With the Clone-a-Willy kit, ready to go. I had purchased it, a stroke of pure, mischievous genius, and was presenting it to him on Sunday as the ultimate pre-FIFO send-off project.

The look on his face was a mix of mortification and pure, unadulterated laughter. It was perfect.

We set up our little "science experiment" on the kitchen counter. Think less sexy time, more primary school art project gone rogue. There were instructions, there were little packets of goop, there was an awful lot of giggling. We followed the steps, a ridiculous commentary running the whole time.

First, the "molding" phase. This involved a lot of awkward positioning and trying not to take it too seriously. Picture two adults giggling uncontrollably while attempting a task that felt both absurd and slightly technical. Then came the mixing of the silicone goop – a surprisingly vibrant shade of... well, let's just say it was a memorable color. There was stirring, there was pouring, there was the nervous anticipation of whether we were doing it right.

Finally, the big reveal! After the recommended waiting time, we carefully extracted the result. And how did it compare to the original? Let's just say it was uncannily accurate. A charmingly imperfect, slightly-floppy, miniature likeness, yes, but it was so close to the real thing, it was kind of mind-blowing (and hilarious!). It definitely had his... vibe. We couldn't stop laughing at the sheer absurdity and the surprising fidelity of it all.

It was silly. It was absurd. And it was, in its own weird way, incredibly sweet.

Because beneath all the nhựa and the laughter, it was about us. Facing the reality of being apart, and finding a way to make it a little less daunting, a little more connected. Even if that connection is a small, floppy, silicone replica that's a dead ringer for the original.

So, as my FIFO love heads off on his first swing, I'm not entirely alone. I have my memories of our ridiculous (and surprisingly successful!) cloning adventure, the sound of his laughter, and a tiny, inanimate object that is a testament to his wonderfully weird way of saying, "I'll miss you like crazy."

And hey, at least I know exactly where he's been. 😉

Kim - ASW customer