An efab person lies on their back on red bedsheets, raspberries on their nipples. Photo.

“Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.” ~ Violette LeducRead More →

I have very strong opinions on mince pies. While I accept it is entirely a matter of taste, I don’t like mince pies you can buy from supermarkets, over sweet with sugary pastry. Proper mince pies are ones you make yourself. Whether you agree with me on this or not, however, I think you might enjoy the festive filth which follows, which features knife (or more accurately sharps) play.Read More →