Last year, for World Poetry Day, I wrote a poem about my adventures at Eroticon. Tonight, everyone is talking about blow jobs on Twitter, so I’m turning my hand to writing blow job poetry as an ode to both the delight of sucking dick and the filthy mindedness of my friends.Read More →

Today I have some this-might-actually-be filthy poetry for y’all, featuring scrambled eggs, unshaved legs, and some memories of past fucks.Read More →

Today is a filthy poetry day, because I couldn’t concentrate to writing yesterday – I was filled with anticipation for the evening’s sex date, which itself was filled with twisted adventures. It was an interlude, with cocks, and it was delightful. And now I really need to go and wash my hair!Read More →

I’ve spent a lot of the past week or so thinking about gender-fuckery and how to look as queer as possible. Yesterday, I celebrated Fishnet Friday and wore a new t-shirt – pursuing a queer-punk look. Apparently my word choice revealed that I’m a Dildorks podcast listener in this being-teased-in-public story, and I am borrowing their gender-neutral word again for this poem.Read More →

This isn’t the filthy story of pirate sex, and even though it’s tagged as filthy poetry I’m not sure its very sexy. I wanted to write some delightfully hot words, but there were others I wanted to say first. These words are I’m sorry and you’re brilliant and I’d like to kiss you, and never one to be concise, I wrote a poem to say them.Read More →