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 →