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A person with a vagina sits with his legs spread, touching his junk. He is wearing a t-shirt with the words 'slut for kindness' on it pulled up to show one tit. Photo.

“And the more I hold myself close and fully embrace who I am, the more I dream, the more my heart grows and the more I thrive.” ~ Elliot PageRead More →

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An afab person kneels in front of the camera, their shirt pulled up enough to offer a view of their ass and a tuft of pubes between their legs. Photo.

There’s a guy I like. A guy I haven’t fucked but who I’ve dreamed about fucking. A guy who I’ve wanked over but who I don’t really know. A guy who I want to know, because I wanted to be his friend years ago and I still want to be his friend now – it’s just that now I want to be his friend and suck his dick. But I’m not always honest when I text him, because it’s way easier to send him nudes than be vulnerable or (god forbid) needy.Read More →

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An afab person bends over a gravestone, lifting their skirt to show their bare arse. They are next to another, taller, gravestone in an autumn sunlit graveyard covered in yellow leaves. Photo.

This week, in celebration of the five-fucking-hundredth week of Sinful Sunday, we were encouraged us to be our most fabulous photography sexy selves. So – obviously – I got naked in an autumn graveyard.Read More →

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An afab person sits on a sofa in a denim jacket and a navy t-shirt reading 'smut positive'. Their hand is down their knickers, wanking. Photo.

Today is Smutathon 2020, which means I’m currently eight hours into an epic filth-writing marathon. Although I’m not spending too much time with my hand in my knickers today – there’s too much smut to write! – I am wearing my smut positive t-shirt.Read More →

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An afab person lies back, naked and showing their pubes and underarm hair. Black and white photo.

Yesterday I prepared for a first date, and – as I always do – I briefly contemplated shaving my legs. I love my body hair: it’s sexy and gender affirming and if someone doesn’t want to fuck me because I don’t shave then they’re not someone I’d want to fuck anyway. I don’t find it difficult to love my body hair, but the thrill I get from saying ‘fuck you’ to gender roles doesn’t cancel out the fact that I’ve been taught all my life that I shouldn’t have any at all.Read More →