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 →

I’ve started this blog post again and again, but kept getting distracted by buying butt plugs or watching porn or talking to sexy people about equally sexy things. I enjoy flirting, and I feel like there’s been a lot of it today, so tonight I’m sharing a silly, fun, filthy poem about sexting.Read More →

This was written for World Poetry Day. Until recently, I’d forgotten how much I simultaneously¬†love writing poetry and firmly believe that I have absolutely zero skill when it comes to doing so. I’ve tried to capture another part of amazing happiness of my weekend at¬†Eroticon, specifically feeling alive and free when dancing on the Saturday night.Read More →