Since stepping into my transness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I can fuck with and redefine masculinity. To me, masculinity is strong and soft and something that I get to define in a way that works for me. It’s the power I feel when I stand tall and solid in my gender, and it’s the vulnerability needed to admit I’m struggling. It’s how my arse looks in my new strap-on harness.Read More →

An afab person kneels in front of the camera, their shirt pulled up enough to offer a view of their ass and a tuft of pubes between their legs. Photo.

There’s a guy I like. A guy I haven’t fucked but who I’ve dreamed about fucking. A guy who I’ve wanked over but who I don’t really know. A guy who I want to know, because I wanted to be his friend years ago and I still want to be his friend now – it’s just that now I want to be his friend and suck his dick. But I’m not always honest when I text him, because it’s way easier to send him nudes than be vulnerable or (god forbid) needy.Read More →

An afab person wearing a blue shirt is naked from the waist down and lying on their front with their legs kicked up, emphasising their naked ass. Photo.

I had to pause this week. I had to stop writing, stop blogging, and stop replying to emails about sex toys I’m going to review. I had to pause on everything I care about, because my mental health got so bad that I couldn’t do . It is only a pause – I’ll be back to talking about how I’m scared of my own vagina next week – but it’s still hard to admit that I had to take a break.Read More →

An afab person is lying over her partner's lap, wearing blue panties and with her ass cheeks turned red from spanking. Photo.

I love it when I can take enough pain to leave me with marks – even if they’re just fast-fading pink arse cheeks after a spanking. When my partner told me that this particular sofa spanking had left me with such marks, I quickly asked them to snap a photo for me.Read More →