I’m not ready to write about the shit show of the last week, but two days of looking at a blank screen have shown me that I’m not quite ready to jump back into my regularly scheduled straight-up-filth either. So, as a happy and/or horny medium, I have a photo that captures feeling vulnerable – both in a sexy way, and in a less fun, ‘this shit is hard but worth it’ way.
Credit for this photo goes to my partner in erotic photography adventurers, Sparrow. This post is brought to you by my currently love of the ‘and/or’ term.
Vulnerability is really fucking hard, y’all.
The last week has held a number of vulnerable conversations. I’ve talked to a potential play partner about parameters for further pervy ideas we might explore in person one day. I apologised to a close friend and we discussed how we’re currently defining our friends-with-fucking relationship and whether we’ll kiss the next time we see each other. I slid into someone’s DMs to tell them that I’m into them and would like to arrange another date sometime soon.
And each time I felt sick with nerves, because vulnerability is hard. It’s worth it though – even if the conversations are hard and painful and make me want to cry, it feels good to be vulnerable with the people you love.
As a contrast to this, there has been the playful vulnerability of sending lewds to folks I’m fucking and/or might one day fuck. Specifically, this photo, which feels simple and sexy and focusses folks’ attention on my nipple. My poor, vulnerable nipple, which numerous sadists have described in detail how they would like to torture it. Teasing, tweaking, threatening to hurt them even more… mmmff. I really want someone to hurt my tits right now.
Exposing myself to the folks I’m into so they can do mean things to my body? Now that’s a much hotter form of vulnerability.
For more of my everyday adventures (though less of my tits) you should check out my Instagram account, where I post photos of cake and queer pin badges and clips of sex toy testing. You should also make sure you’ve subscribed to my mailing list, because once I rediscover my excitement to write I have some fabulous festive filth planned.