I have never been fucked in a bathroom. I’m not sure this is exactly for lack of trying. Today, while I’m craving sex like I usually crave hot chocolate on a cold autumn morning, my fantasies creep towards the bathrooms that I know are upstairs as I cup my frozen hands around a warm mug in Starbucks. I think about fucking in toilets, and wonder why it’s so much more appealing than the linear matrixes on the textbook page that I should be studying.
Welcome to On Queer Street, the sex blog of journalist, sex writer, and Renowned Transsexual Quinn Rhodes. Here you’ll find nudes, porn writing, and essays about sex, love, and relationships.
Nowadays, Quinn’s most regular writing happens on his newsletter – you can subscribe to Genderbent to get essays about gender, transmasculinity, and mental illness delivered directly to your inbox.
For Quinn’s journalism, please check out his portfolio. You can find (and buy!) his physical porn zines at Gender Neutral Urinal Press.
-
One of my bathroom-sex fantasies
-
A Halloween scare
To properly celebrate the start of my sex blogging adventure, I’m taking part in Kink of the Week. The prompt was Halloween, and this is where my imagination took me – or one of the places at least. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I encourage you to go and check out the other amazing submissions by clicking the image at the bottom of my post!
-
Autumn gives me an excuse to pull you closer
Autumn is sweeping in with harsh winds and cold rain, turning the explosion of fiery leaves that I should be able to kick my way through like a child (if no one is watching) to a soggy sludge which makes the pavements slippery. People all around me are complaining about the weather, or excitedly counting down the days to Christmas. I don’t understand why anyone would want to make these next few months go by so quickly – I try to savour every pumpkin-spiced second of them.
-
An unexpected side effect
Does it sound strange to say that something good has come out of my mental illness? It’s a wonderful thing, really, to be able to look back over the horrible dark tangled mess my life became and be able to see good things have emerged with me. I’m stronger now than I was a few months ago, much more resilient, but there’s something else as well. A much more unexpected side effect.