Until very recently, sex for me had never been an act of intimacy. Quite the opposite in fact, I used sex as a way to hide from myself, and hide myself from others. Any connection or communication I achieved was…
Posh Boy
On the morning after another depressing Tory election win, I am reminded of a past encounter with a member of that tribe’s upper echelons… I’ve chosen a seat at the very back of the pub, a corner seat behind a…
Freedom: a short poem
I said “I want to know freedom” so I took down my fences (the ones that kept me safe) and wondered then, how to find Home
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 so you wear baggy t-shirts and cross your arms so that no-one notices. Large breasts, you’ve been led to believe,…
Making an impact
A fun and educational evening of hitty things
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 but a complete stranger, a fictional character invented and given temporary existence only in the world within my skull. That’s…
Never assume
Some thoughts on consent in BDSM and sexual relationships
Sexy selfie
How I learned to appreciate my body; the sexy selfie
Smut Marathon: Rankings Phase
Thoughts on my Smut Marathon experience so far, as the rankings phase closes and the knockout phase begins…
Growth
It’s not all filth and fantasy round here – there’s room for gratitude and self-reflection too.