“Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.”
~ Violette Leduc
Have you ever tried balancing a raspberry on your hard, aching nipple? Taking this week’s photo involved pinching my nipples until they were stiff so the raspberries would stay in place. Which, to be honest, is the kind of suffering for your art that I can really get into.
The problem is that now I want someone to pin me down to carefully eat a raspberry off my nipple. I want them to twist that nipple viciously while grinning at me sadistically, making it clear that they will make me writhe in pain but still punish me if the other raspberry falls.
It’s been an exceptionally shitty week, and it would mean a lot if you could throw a couple of quid my way. It helps me keep creating fuck-positive content even when everything is awful.
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.