Today I’m going to explore an idea about self-care and polyamory that has been fascinating me lately because I can’t work out if it makes sense or I’m completely misunderstanding a concept of solo poly. This means that yes, this blog post is slightly writing-as-therapy-ish, so please understand this may be utter nonsense that I’m working through as I write. It will also talk about my depression and ways I try to take care of myself.Read More →

Who’s with me? Who else has had enough of the shit-show that is the world right now and is ready to seize the means of production and change the world? Please note that this post is going to discuss depression and suicide – and I say that because I want to make it clear that if you’ve survived this year you should be proud of yourself.Read More →

I know I don’t do Kink of the Week “wrong” because I talk about SSRIs or self-harm instead of writing about the ways the kink in question turns me on. It’s not any more “wrong” than when it inspires me to publish filthy-yet-fictional erotica. However, it still surprises me when it leads me in distinctly unerotic directions. Like today: I could talk forever about how hot men in panties are, but somehow this blog post centred around my delight in heteroflexible men.Read More →

This is another writing-as-therapy blog post, where I again explore emotions through song lyrics. I’ve spent a lot of the last few days flirting with cute humans and trying to arrange sex dates, and thus thinking a lot about how what I want out of a relationships. Do I want candlelight or face-fucking? Piss or roses? Do I have to make a choice at all?Read More →

This one needs a content warning folks, because I’m going to be talking about sexual assault and rape. Not in graphic detail, but I’m going to explore how, right at this moment, I am so scared of being sexually assaulted, of being raped. I am really fucking scared.Read More →