
It feels powerful to grip my dick like this – it reminds me that I’m strong.
This week has been hard, but I am really fucking strong.


I thought I was going to have sex on Wednesday evening. I thought I was going to have sex right up until 7pm, when I realised that he wasn’t going to text me back and I’d wasted a whole day not making plans because I wanted to make plans with him. I’d been eager to suck his dick, and he didn’t respect my time enough to text me to tell me he wasn’t up for a fuck. It was’t until then that I understood that I’d let myself be vulnerable. And when I realised that, I broke down.
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Am I a bad person if I feel ok after a break up? I asked myself that question again and again after I broke up with my enboifriend, not realising that actually I wasn’t ok at all. I’d been expecting to fall apart, to physically ache with the pain of missing them. I wasn’t expecting to feel numb, to feel nothing. I wasn’t expecting to feel relief.
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Since stepping into my transness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I can fuck with and redefine masculinity. To me, masculinity is strong and soft and something that I get to define in a way that works for me. It’s the power I feel when I stand tall and solid in my gender, and it’s the vulnerability needed to admit I’m struggling. It’s how my arse looks in my new strap-on harness.
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Recently I texted a friend that I was writing about anal sex in coffee shops. I clarified that I was writing about anal sex while sitting in a coffee shop, but he suggested that I should write about having anal sex in coffee shops. So here’s some filth about fucking in coffee shop toilets – I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m sure he will.
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