Today is Smutathon 2020, which means I’m currently eight hours into an epic filth-writing marathon. Although I’m not spending too much time with my hand in my knickers today – there’s too much smut to write! – IÂ am wearing my smut positive t-shirt.Read More →
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 →
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 →
My Send Noods boxers are the only reason I got out of bed today.Read More →
These are not the uncensored shelves of a sex nerd, but they are unfiltered and thus meet the requirements of Molly’s fiendishly difficult Sinful Sunday prompt for May. In reality, my books on sex and kink are not all arranged on one shelf but found scattered around my room arranged due to height and colour and author more frequently than subject matter.Read More →
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