Three purple vibrators (a wand, a rabbit, and a bullet vibe) lie on an orange and yellow background. Photo.

The idea for this post arose during a Sex Ed Uncensored discussion – I’m getting a lot of content from Submissive Feminist’s weekly Twitter chat! We were talking about how you’d react to a new partner wanting to use sex toys during your first hook-up, and my initial answer was an enthusiastic ‘YES PLEASE I’M SO DOWN FOR THIS’. I managed to entirely miss out the nuance and questions you need to ask your partner before whipping out a vibrator (or a whip!). So, how should you approach discussing sex toys if you want to use them in a first time hook-up?Read More →

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Am I a shitty feminist if I’m waiting for a boy to text me back? Specifically a cis boy who I used to have a crush on, and I recently found out used to have a crush on me too. We’ve been flirting a bit, over the last few days, and I might like him more than I want to admit. I might like him so much that I seem to be waiting around for him to text me back right now… which makes me feel like a shitty feminist.Read More →

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There is a lot I don’t know about sex. It feels weird to admit that, to admit that I’m a sex writer who has massive gaps in my knowledge. When I started sex blogging, I’m not sure if I felt a pressure to pretend like I knew everything or if I knew so little that I thought IĀ did know everything. I’m not sure which of those is worse. I’ve learned a lot in the last few years, and I’ve learned that there’s a lot that I don’t know. I’m an unapologetic sex nerd and sex blogger… but I want to be a sex educator too.Read More →

This isn’t the blog post about the privilege I have as a white, skinny, middle-class, afab trans person. That blog post is coming, but this is another one where I need to acknowledge upfront how much privilege I have because I am thin. The only straight thing about me is my size, and I know I have a lot of work to do to unlearn my internalised fatphobia. Maybe this means I shouldn’t talk about my weight, but every time I sit down to blog all I can think about is that the body I see when I look in the mirror isn’t mine.Read More →

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It’s apparently July, meaning that we’re more than halfway through 2020Ā and I owe y’all a round up of some of my favourite sex positive shit from June. Full confession: not 100% of these posts were written in June 2020, but it IS all sex positive shit that I read this month and that it’s all content that really spoke to me.Read More →