Imagine a light switch labeled “Clitoris.” Now imagine trying to explain that to your grandma while she visits and innocently tries to turn off the kitchen light. “No, Meemaw, don’t flick it!” Too late. Now she’s Googling things and you’re grounded at 34. But on a deeper level, isn’t it time we stopped pretending that female pleasure is some hidden Easter egg in the human body?
The Clit Light Switch is not just a fixture; it’s a revolution. It’s functional and educational. It reminds the world that yes, the clitoris exists, and no, it’s not a mythical button hidden behind a riddle and a password. It’s there. Just like a light switch. Except when this one is flipped the right way, someone actually enjoys themselves. IKEA could never.
In a world of dimmer switches and overcomplicated remotes, the Clit Light Switch is refreshingly direct. A symbol of empowerment and sarcasm all at once. Perfect for bedrooms, feminist bookstores, and prank-happy roommates. So go ahead—install it, flip it, worship it. Just don’t let your dad try to wire it. He’s still not over the time he called it a “mystical bean.”
