A shaved vulva and public mound, with sticky come stretching between the clit and the hovering finger. Photo.

How is it already the last Thursday in July? Not only am I completely unprepared for July to be over, but there’s less than an hour left in today for me to write and publish a “thinky” post so I can at least pretend to be sticking to my blog schedule this week. And I’m hoping that maybe there’s a bit of ‘un-sexy but important point about sex’ in my attempt to claw some thoughts together.Read More →

Bright pink Doxy wand t-shirt with other sex positive stickers and badges scattered on it. Photo.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about being fuck-positive in public. Mostly because I got an awesome butt-plug sticker that colour-matched my poetry notebook perfectly, but I hesitated before sticking it to the front cover. Why? Because I’m an enthusiastic kinky perv and solo poly slut, but I don’t necessarily want the whole world to know that.Read More →

A transgender woman wipes tears off her face in a bathroom.

Writing this post made me realise that I could put a name to the frustration I feel towards myself whenever I’m crying over men. Namely internalised misogyny, which – as well as sexist, patriarchal societal structures – still plays a role in why I feel especially un-feminist when I get upset about men.Read More →

Coffee cups and chocolate croissants. Photo.

Today, folks, I have a confession for you: I’m still nervous about safe-words. Nope, not about using them – I will always tell a partner if I need them to stop. What I’m nervous about is that I sometimes ‘forget’ I have a safe-word, not in a consent-y way, but in a there-is-a-specific-word-that-lets-your-partners-know-you-want-to-stop-sex-now’ way, and a your-partner-has-safe-words-too’ way.Read More →

Woman lying with her back to the camera in a red bra. Photo.

I started writing this post late at night, with my ear phones in and music blaring in an attempt to not overhear the sounds of two people fucking. I wrote it while blinking back tears, refusing to cry as I struggled with lustful jealousy and a desire to be spanked by a specific sadist. I wrote it to process the emotions I was feeling, so this is probably a clusterfuck of a post – sorry folks.Read More →