A few weeks ago, the two of us headed to Babeland in New York City, where I live. For those unfamiliar with Babeland stores, they are woman-friendly sex shops designed to make shopping for sex toys and related products pleasant and judgment-free, and they are staffed entirely by sex educators. My boyfriend and I were incredibly upfront with the sales person: “Sex hurts for me.” I said. “A lot. I’m really, really sensitive.” The sales person, a woman whose tattooed feet I now want to repeatedly kiss, walked us through a variety of lubricants and recommended an organic silicon-water blend from the Sliquid line that contained aloe. We bought it…