We’re at three weeks until Eroticon, and I am significantly more organised than last year. I have booked train tickets, sorted accommodation, and planned another pre-Eroticon-knicker-shopping adventure with a kinky friend. I’m so excited.Read More →

Today I’m going to talk about what is possibly the most important relationship in my life right now. That is, I’m going to write a sonnet* to my sex blog, because fucking hell, I love it. In fact, it probably deserves a much more impressive poem than this one, which scribbled on the back of a tube map earlier this evening.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 →

A little over one year ago, I got through a bad depression bump by doing something utterly ridiculous: starting a sex blog. Looking back, I have no idea how I managed to set up self-hosted blog while in a deep depressive fog at 2am… especially as since then I’ve had to ask for lots of tech help to keep my blog up and running. (Most of it from the man whose birthday my blog shares.)Read More →

I have half a dozen posts started – wonderful, dirty stories filling with filthy fucking. Instead tonight, inspired by conversations I’ve had with a friend today as we made our way to a radical bookshop where I spent lots of money and they showed a lot of self restraint, I’m talking about small, quiet ways I am – just maybe – making a difference.Read More →