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  • Dear June, I am enough

    Dear June, I am enough

    Short-haired afab person wearing dark-blue jeans dances in celebration. Photo.
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    This post is inspired by Hannah Witton’s #DearJune challenge, which I fully intended to take part in on Instagram but ended up abandoning after just one day. This was partly because of my mental health, and partly because of the Black Live Matter protests – as a white person I needed to shut up and use my platform to raise up the voices of Black folks rather than promoting my own shit. I don’t feel guilty about abandoning Dear June, but it’s still something I’ve been thinking about. Here is a love letter, of sorts, to the month that reminded me that I am enough.

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  • Socially-distanced fucking: making a Clone-A-Willy fist

    Socially-distanced fucking: making a Clone-A-Willy fist

    A Clone-A-Willy kit sits next to a blue silicone copy of my fist. Photo.

    I’m someone in a long-distance relationship who doesn’t know when I will get to see my partner next due to COVID, and I’m a genderqueer trans masc person who calls their junk their dick. Oh, and I’m dating someone who loves getting fisted. All of this lends itself perfectly me to doing a sexperiment so I could feel closer to my enboifriend – and to fist them for the first time. In this review I’m going to share how I used Clone-A-Willy kits to make a copy of my fist for an incredibly, socially-distanced fuck.

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  • I can’t describe my gender identity in one word

    I can’t describe my gender identity in one word

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    Last week I wrote about how exhausting it is to be a trans person right now. I wrote about fear and anger and sadness and burn out and feeling numb. I’m really glad I wrote that post, but writing it – and some of the conversations that writing it sparked – reminded me that I can’t explain my gender in one word, or even in a simple sentence. My gender identity is changing all the time as I explore it, and I love that. (more…)

  • Review: The Butters Hygienics Aloe x Shea lube

    Review: The Butters Hygienics Aloe x Shea lube

    A pot of lube with a turquoise wrapper around it, plus a load of stickers, sits on a yellow sofa. Photo.

    I love reviewing sex toys, but sometimes I forget how bad I am at it until I sit in front of my laptop and I’m expected to fill the screen with my thoughts. Sometimes it’s easy and I can talk about cissexist marketing or how I tested them by squatting over my bed and peeing on my feet, and sometimes I’m left with nothing to say but FUCK THIS IS AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD PUT IT ON YOUR JUNK. In case you can’t tell, this is how I feel about the organic, oil-based Aloe x Shea lube that The Butters Hygienics sent me to review.

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  • Aftercare assurances: am I good at sex?

    Aftercare assurances: am I good at sex?

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    We talk about aftercare after kink scenes – like safe words, hard limits and safer sex practices, aftercare is fundamental part of our pre-scene elevator pitch. What I hear less people talk about is aftercare after sex, which I definitely need as well. Even if I’ve just given you a quick blow job, I need aftercare – specifically your assurances that I wasn’t terrible at sucking your dick.

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