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We’re finally talking about mental health. Not as much as we need to be, sure, and politicians will tweet #TimeToTalk while cutting the funding to NHS mental health services, but we’re at least started the conversation. But even though now we all know that it’s #OkNotToBeOk, it’s still really fucking hard to actually admit that we’re not ok.
Being that my dick is the prompt for this week’s Masturbation Monday, I felt like I should write about my dick. But not the dick in this photo: it’s easy to talk about the hot things I could do with that dick. It’s much harder to talk about why it’s so much easier to keep wearing my knickers and strap-on while I have sex. It’s much less sexy to talk about why I might be scared of you going down on my cunt unless I can imagine you’re sucking my dick.
I can’t put things in my vagina. In fact, my vaginismus means there’s almost nothing hot to me about the idea of sitting on your dick – in fact that craving is so rare that I feel weird when I do want penetration. It’s a very particular mood, but that’s exactly the kind of horny I am tonight.
As a solo poly slut in my early twenties, I’m pretty sure that I’m not going to get married. But as a queer, trans and polyamorous person, I’m pretty sure that if I do then it wouldn’t exactly be a traditional wedding – let alone a traditional marriage. And my favourite thing about writing your own relationship scripts is that it leaves a tonne of potential for thinking up new, filthy wedding traditions. Like the wedding night orgy.
I said this earlier on Twitter, but I’m going to repeat it here: I do not have to be nice right now. I’ve tried being nice. Being nice right now makes me complicit in my own dehumanisation. I do not have to be nice to people who misgender me. Even knowing that, it is hard to give myself permission to be angry right now.