BDSM: behind the sex mask Until very recently, sex for me had never been an act of intimacy. Quite the opposite in fact, I used… Continue reading “BDSM: behind the sex mask”…
Freedom: a short poem I said “I want to know freedom” so I took down my fences (the ones that kept me safe) and… Continue reading “Freedom: a short poem”…
Me, You, Us You’re taught shame from an early age; ‘nice girls don’t’ but ‘boys will be boys’. Your chest starts to swell… Continue reading “Me, You, Us”…
Let Sleeping Zebras Lie My subconscious frequently horrifies me. I dream luridly and in colour, always in the first person. Sometimes I’m not me… Continue reading “Let Sleeping Zebras Lie”…
Never assume Some thoughts on consent in BDSM and sexual relationships Continue reading “Never assume”…