This year, Smutathon are fundraising for two amazing charities who support trans and non-binary folks. We’re working with Gendered Intelligence in the UK and Trans Lifeline in the US. With less than twelve hours until I hop on a train down to London to join other members of the committee for some in-person smut writing, I want to talk about how much this year’s charities mean to me personally. I want to talk about how I wish trans people didn’t have to be so fucking strong.Read More →

A couple's legs are visible from where they're fucking on the floor. Their clothes lie in the foreground. Photo.

This post was originally written for Smutathon 2020, where intrepid sex writers from around the world spent twelve hours writing filth to raise money for Endometriosis UK. I didn’t end up writing much smut but we did reach our filthy fundraising goal, which is awesome. This piece features anonymous (ish) university sex and seven fucks.Read More →

An afab person sits on a sofa in a denim jacket and a navy t-shirt reading 'smut positive'. Their hand is down their knickers, wanking. Photo.

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! – I am wearing my smut positive t-shirt.Read More →

A line up of vaginas in varying colours and sizes. Graphic.

Right now, I have an itchy vagina. As I type this, my fingers smell of my cunt – and specifically of the crusty gook that was coating them after I’d reached down into my knickers to rub my vulva. I think there’s a correlation between how heavy my period is and how itchy my vagina is as it comes to a close, and while I can’t prove that, I can write (terrible, but it is 1am after all) poetry about my itchy vagina.Read More →

Sexy young woman with condom in her mouth on light background. Photo.

I love sucking dick – and love it with a passion that might make me feel like a bad feminist or queer if agency is not very feminist and if dicks could not be very queer. Some memorable blow jobs in the twelve months have involved my partner coming in my mouth, a circumstance that is often a delicious assertion of dominance.Read More →