Three rose pink macaroons sitting next to a pink rose. Photograph.

I’m writing this post while wrapped in a blanket and safe in a pillow fort, and really wishing that there was someone who would go out in the rain and get cookies for me. Yesterday was tough, and I’m spending today trying to take care of myself. As a result y’all get a post about my continued adventures into polyamory (ish?) and a bit of a discussion of my depression and my Daddy kink (content note!).Read More →

A transfeminine non-binary person and transmasculine gender non-conforming person flirting.

Ever since the wonderful play partners with whom I had my first ever threesome took me on an adventure to my first sex club, I’ve been meaning to write about it. However, it’s taken me so long to sit down and type out my adventures that the thing I remember most clearly from that night is no longer the sex. Instead this post become about something else: BDSM boundaries, consent in kink, and the fact I have the power to say no.Read More →

This isn’t the pre-Eroticon blog post on valuing my voice that I planned to write – though I’m absolutely still going to write that one too. This blog post is inspired by the music I’m listening to right now, on a train heading to London. It’s music that makes me want to sing, and fighting the urge to is hard even though I know that singing on trains is socially unacceptable. I also want to add a content warning specifically for my Scottish boy – please stop reading now my friend.Read More →

Today, 8th March, is International Women’s Day. This means I can claim that deviating from my usual blogging schedule of posting new content every Thursday was intentional, because I wanted to share something on the topic of #IWD2019. And while it wasn’t intentional, I do have something to say.Read More →

Once again I’m playing the game where I mess around with Molly Moore’s sex blogging memes, because I feel if I don’t write this post now then I might never. The current kink that we’re all dissecting is hands, because hands are ridiculously hot. And I am going to talk about hands, but more precisely why I want to hold your hand. (Though probably not specifically your hand.)Read More →