I’ve spent a lot of the past week or so thinking about gender-fuckery and how to look as queer as possible. Yesterday, I celebrated Fishnet Friday and wore a new t-shirt – pursuing a queer-punk look. Apparently my word choice revealed that I’m a Dildorks podcast listener in this being-teased-in-public story, and I am borrowing their gender-neutral word again for this poem.Read More →

It’s actually a while since I talked blogged about dipping my toes into the world of polyamory. At least, according to my blog¬†it is – I feel like it it’s only a week or two since I talked about how I want a relationship style that allows me to fall in love every day¬†and wrote about my struggles to decide what to wear on a date with my crush to see if I could, hypothetically, tempt them to fuck me.Read More →

It’s almost Halloween, and so I’ve attempted to turn my hand to somewhat-spooky erotica-fiction. I don’t know if I’m happy with this piece, but I love the¬†idea I’ve tried to play with here, of a cuckqueering scene involving a ghost.Read More →

I’m back with another post for Share Our Shit Saturday, and this time I’ve picked out blog posts where one line in particular stood out at me as being absolutely amazing. They’re also all blogs I definitely haven’t spent enough time poking around, but I’ve done a bit of exploring since I came across these blog posts, and have subscribed for updates.Read More →

A topless woman faces away from the camera, wearing jeans with her hands on her hips.

Today I’m going to talk about my vagina. I use a few words to describe my vagina when I’m writing smut: it’s also my cunt (which in turn I also use as a somewhat sexier term for my vulva) and sometimes one of my-fuck holes. But whatever I call my vagina, I have a somewhat complicated relationship with it: I have vaginismus.Read More →