Is this really a piece of erotica, or have I just written a personal fantasy that isn’t really sexual at all? When the person in question isn’t stealing all of the duvet, I tend to sleep better with someone in bed next to me. My dreams have definitely started getting better since I’ve been taking anti-depressants, but I still often wish that there was someone there with me when I wake up in the middle of the night.Read More →
In some ways, I’m not sure that I’m qualified to talk about this: other people have tackled the subject in a much more informed way, with greater experience. However, to me, it’s nearly impossible to separate my sexuality from my mental illness, and this means that there is a key ingredient to my play: lube.Read More →
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.Read More →
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