Sam STP Review – NYTC.

So I have had the Sam STP from the New York Toy Collective for a little under a month now, and feel as though I have spent enough time using and wearing it to be able to produce an accurate review. This is not a paid review, and I am not affiliated with any companies mentioned in any way.

Overview of Sam STP.

General Overview:
I purchase the packer in the “Caramel” color after reading recommendations that the lightest shade is not particularly skin-tone friendly despite me being of fair complexion. I’m really happy I didn’t go with the lighter shade, as this color works well for me.
I was most concerned about the packing aspect, as I prefer to pack ‘down’ and you simply cannot pack this way with the Sam. I can happily announce that although it took a little getting used to, packing ‘up’ now feels normal and doesn’t create an obscene bulge, even in tight pants.

Sam STP, Side View.

Aesthetic/Packing:
As mentioned previously, I was most concerned about the packing ability when purchasing this product. It arrived in a near little ziploc bag with NYTC logo on it, after I’d opened a non-descript brown box.
Initial thoughts have held true: this is a fairly realistic packer for the price in terms of looks. It has nicely detailed balls, and the shaft – although much girthier than any of my previous packers, is also well detailed and sculpted.
The balls seem like two rubber bounce balls; they have no give and feel odd with a squeeze test and in pants. This however, is due to the receptacle design for STP use. I have been packing in tighter-fitting brief style underwear with no problems. I do not use a harness.

Sam STP, Receptacle View.

STP/Peeing:
The moment you’ve all been waiting for! I have a rather firm grasp on where my urethra is located, and have literally never met an STP I could not pee through after some getting used to. The Sam STP is no exception and I didn’t even bother taking off my pants as a precaution prior to using it for the first time. Success! The receptacle is wide, the firm balls allow for single-handed use and support with ease and the length of the shaft is great.
I find this STP as opposed to others particularly good when using through the fly of pants. Something I had difficulty with other types of packers.

Total Score: I’d give the Sam STP packer a solid 8/10 – the price point and functionality are fantastic, especially for the high quality silicone you receive. Packing might be an issue if you don’t like to pack ‘up’ but it sits well in briefs when packing this way, and does not cause discomfort for me.

If I put up a packer review with accompanying photos, will it be allowed under Tumblrs new strict no-porn guidelines?

I don’t want to waste my time writing an in-depth review for nothing.

When it rains, it pours. 
I just got offered another position, better than the one I took some weeks ago – in the exact field I want (Mental Health). 

My new STP arrived and I’m thinking about doing an in-depth review if anyone cares. 

I am excited as heck for 2019! 

Just ordered an STP for the first time in years.

If it doesn’t pack right I’m going to be pissed off. Got a Sam STP from New York Toy Collective because if it doesn’t sit well with me I won’t have wasted as much money as I potentially could have.

Back to your not-so-regular check in from me. 

Damn it’s been a while, hey? Not much has changed except I keep adding more workplaces to my already hectic schedule. Need that money, you know? 

K is ridiculous now. Sporting a proper moustache, strutting around the house, officially taller than me at 13. Fuck. He loves it. It’s incredible. 

I have so many messages to get to in my inbox, please bare with me! I’m going to attempt to answer them all to the best of my ability in due time. 

I just got back from a meeting with a 15 year old trans guy in my town. It was something I was asked to do by a good friend, and it was a good experience. The kid has just come out to his parents and is a little freaked out by thier response. It went well.

There’s another young bloke in town who is completely out socially spealing – same high school as the initial kid.

He got the hell beaten out of him last week, broken ribs and hospitalised because the local boys wanted to “show him how to fight like a man”.

It has been weighing heavily on my mind since – so when this opportunity presented I decided to take it.

I don’t know how I’m feeling about all this shit lately, but I’m sure feeling something alright.

So I have a teenager. 

In true teenager style I literally had to have a conversation about how it’s totally not okay to stash items of clothing for…use…..in his room. 

Ew.

Update.

I promised an update a while back, then promptly never got around to writing it. It’s been so long and there’s so much to say that I often attempt to begin only to find myself pretty overwhelmed with the task. 

I’ll do my best, even if it’s only short.

K turns 13 this weekend. It’s ridiculous that I can even say that – thirteen. He’s grown so much, entered High School (!) and is loving having more independence. Due to our rural locale, he has to get up early and catch the bus to his school – then in reverse. This see’s him have longer hours than a lot of 9-5ers, and at first we were concerned about how this would impact him. 

To his credit, he’s taken things in his stride. He adores his campus and his teachers, and his last school report is the best one we’ve ever had yet. It’s such a lovely change to see him enjoy school for the first time since we moved here. 

I taught him how to shave recently, too. We got his school photos back about 4 weeks after they were taken, and in the photo his moustache was significant and noticable! His school is fairly strict on a no-facial-hair policy, and on a whim I decided to teach him how to wet shave. I’m a bit proponent of old school style wet shaving with a badger hair brush, shave soap and a double edged razor. Needless to say, kiddo got a bic and used my brush and soap. He only had to shave his moustache, and he missed the edges so I had to help get those. 
I’m not going to lie, it was quite emotional. My Wife snapped a photo of the process and I will cherish that. 

What else? He’s begun singling me out to ask more questions relating to men, as opposed to his Mum. That’s new, because he’s always been a Mumma’s boy. This is apparently a developmental milestone in kid’s teenage years. 

All in all, K is such a wonderful human being and I am so thankful for the privilege to be his Father. 

I literally taught K how to shave last night.
So many things have happened, it’s all pretty huge milestone-wise.

I’ve got some time this weekend so hopefully I will get a chance for a few good long posts.

Apologies for the absence.

Recently I have been embroiled in an inner battle – stealth. 

It’s difficult for me to articulate as I know beyond measure that I will stay stealth; it’s just how it is here. It’s safer for not only me, but most importantly my family. 

I just can’t shake that fucking nagging, tugging… I think it’s because we are finally finding kindred people. Friends. It’s lovely and reassuring and beautiful but I constantly find myself building a wall around myself. Just in case. 

It’s exhausting, tiring and I am sick of feeling like I am not living authentically, despite me knowing entirely otherwise. 

There’s a job going, I’m not only qualified for it but it’s a substantial pay increase from my current position with room to move up in the company.

I am not applying as the role is centred around working with GLBTIQ/CALD/People with Disabilities and I feel like I couldn’t do that job and not be out, to some degree at least. 

Fuck emotions are confusing.