A person with a vagina sits with his legs spread, touching his junk. He is wearing a t-shirt with the words 'slut for kindness' on it pulled up to show one tit. Photo.

“And the more I hold myself close and fully embrace who I am, the more I dream, the more my heart grows and the more I thrive.” ~ Elliot PageRead 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 bends over a gravestone, lifting their skirt to show their bare arse. They are next to another, taller, gravestone in an autumn sunlit graveyard covered in yellow leaves. Photo.

This week, in celebration of the five-fucking-hundredth week of Sinful Sunday, we were encouraged us to be our most fabulous photography sexy selves. So – obviously – I got naked in an autumn graveyard.Read More →

An afab person lies back, naked and showing their pubes and underarm hair. Black and white photo.

Yesterday I prepared for a first date, and – as I always do – I briefly contemplated shaving my legs. I love my body hair: it’s sexy and gender affirming and if someone doesn’t want to fuck me because I don’t shave then they’re not someone I’d want to fuck anyway. I don’t find it difficult to love my body hair, but the thrill I get from saying ‘fuck you’ to gender roles doesn’t cancel out the fact that I’ve been taught all my life that I shouldn’t have any at all.Read More →

An afab person wearing boxers uses their fingers to spread the fly of their grey boxers to reveal red lace panties that they're using as a packer. Photo.

I’m having fun exploring my gender presentation. Of course, gender expression doesn’t have to equate gender identity, but since coming out as trans I have been playing with a more masculine gender presentation. I’ve almost entirely given up wearing knickers in favour of boxers – but my knickers have not been entirely discarded. There’s something very gender affirming about packing with lace panties…Read More →