This is another writing-as-therapy blog post, where I again explore emotions through song lyrics. I’ve spent a lot of the last few days flirting with cute humans and trying to arrange sex dates, and thus thinking a lot about how what I want out of a relationships. Do I want candlelight or face-fucking? Piss or roses? Do I have to make a choice at all?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 →

A few weeks ago, I went on a date. Dinner at a lovely restaurant, a playful argument over who was paying, and a walk through a London’s beautiful streets in the cooling air. It was brilliant. There was some flirting, some teasing, and – on my part anyway – some blushing. They’re both wonderful, clever, attractive-as-fuck people: one of them I want to be like when I’m older, and one of them who I want to fuck right now.Read More →

This week’s “think piece” is late because I was in the wonderful position of having to pick the top five photos for the Sinful Sunday round-up this week. This is definitely an example of writing-as-therapy, because my thoughts and feelings developed even as I was writing this. In fact, it kind of surprised me by going off in two very different directions, both of which need to be, and will be, explored in much greater detail.Read More →

I drafted this blog post on the bus home after work, while eating cookies that may have been post-work cookies, and may have been post-wank cookies – the jury is still out. Thus, I’m prepared to be told that this entire post is utter nonsense, but who wouldn’t want to hear about an embarrassing fantasy of mine, right?Read More →