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Am I a bad person if I feel ok after a break up? I asked myself that question again and again after I broke up with my enboifriend, not realising that actually I wasn’t ok at all. I’d been expecting to fall apart, to physically ache with the pain of missing them. I wasn’t expecting to feel numb, to feel nothing. I wasn’t expecting to feel relief.Read More →

Since stepping into my transness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I can fuck with and redefine masculinity. To me, masculinity is strong and soft and something that I get to define in a way that works for me. It’s the power I feel when I stand tall and solid in my gender, and it’s the vulnerability needed to admit I’m struggling. It’s how my arse looks in my new strap-on harness.Read More →

Recently I texted a friend that I was writing about anal sex in coffee shops. I clarified that I was writing about anal sex while sitting in a coffee shop, but he suggested that I should write about having anal sex in coffee shops. So here’s some filth about fucking in coffee shop toilets – I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m sure he will.Read More →

I had another post planned for today. It was Vaginismus Awareness Day yesterday, and season three of Netflix’s Sex Education comes out tomorrow, so I was going to write about how the show’s vaginismus plot-line has made so many people with vaginismus feel seen, but made me feel more broken. It would have been clever and timely and good. Instead I fell apart in public and cried while clutching my laptop to my chest. Instead I wrote this.Read More →

Packing makes me feel powerful. It’s not that I need a dick between my legs to prove that I’m a man – I don’t. But I do stand taller and more solid in my gender when there’s a bulge in my underwear. Oh, and I feel hot as fuck too.Read More →