This weekend, I’m at Eroticon. Today has been filled with the kind of conversations that only happen when you’re at a sex writing conference, and I love it. It’s also been an extremely busy day, but for me this entire adventure has been absolutely seamless…
But even the ups and downs of the last few days have made me realise that even with all this weekend’s kinks – my emotions, mental illness, etc. – I’m having fun. So fucking much fun. There are some truly incredible people in this community, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to be friends with them. I’m also still a little incredulous that I actually stood up and presented a session myself today, because I’m speaking alongside some fucking bad-ass folks.
I’ve cried, and laughed, and danced. I’ve gotten tipsy, shared emotions, and apologised when I probably shouldn’t have. I’ve written hundreds of notes and have approximately six thousand new ideas and projects that I want to start working on when I get home. After a nap, of course, because this weekend is incredible and intense and also exhausting. It’s not seamless, but it’s really fucking brilliant.
The stockings I wore tonight with my new suspender belt were also anything but seamless…
Thank you to the wonderful Coffee And Kink for her help with my photography endeavours.
Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex writer with vaginismus. He’s a slut and a sex nerd who writes about his adventures in trying to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks.