This was written for World Poetry Day. Until recently, I’d forgotten how much I simultaneously love writing poetry and firmly believe that I have absolutely zero skill when it comes to doing so. I’ve tried to capture another part of amazing happiness of my weekend at Eroticon, specifically feeling alive and free when dancing on the Saturday night.Read More →

Today I’m in a exhausted and happy post-Eroticon haze. Today’s post is dedicated to the fabulous people who I sat in a pub in London with after Eroticon in said exhausted-yet-happy post-Eroticon haze. There is a slight possibility that I left a tiny bit earlier than I needed to for my train because we were talking about ridiculously hot things and I started imagining them all fucking me. I really am the least subtle person ever.Read More →

There are only fifteen days until Eroticon, and I am super excited! If I haven’t done things like decide what pretty underwear I should wear book trains to London yet, it’s only because I cannot believe that I actually did sign up for this crazy adventure, and it hasn’t quite sunk in how close it actually is. However, seeing as it is only fifteen days away, it’s time to join in with the virtual meet and greet!Read More →