We’re at three weeks until Eroticon, and I am significantly more organised than last year. I have booked train tickets, sorted accommodation, and planned another pre-Eroticon-knicker-shopping adventure with a kinky friend. I’m so excited.Read More →

I’ve been trying to write this post for months without realising what I was attempting to say. There’s another post coming, about inclusive body positivity, but today I want to talk about yearning to feel alive. I talk about my mental health in this post (content warning!) but it’s more about how I’m finally beginning to feel more than just crushing depression.Read More →

Who’s with me? Who else has had enough of the shit-show that is the world right now and is ready to seize the means of production and change the world? Please note that this post is going to discuss depression and suicide – and I say that because I want to make it clear that if you’ve survived this year you should be proud of yourself.Read More →

A little over one year ago, I got through a bad depression bump by doing something utterly ridiculous: starting a sex blog. Looking back, I have no idea how I managed to set up self-hosted blog while in a deep depressive fog at 2am… especially as since then I’ve had to ask for lots of tech help to keep my blog up and running. (Most of it from the man whose birthday my blog shares.)Read More →

I have half a dozen posts started – wonderful, dirty stories filling with filthy fucking. Instead tonight, inspired by conversations I’ve had with a friend today as we made our way to a radical bookshop where I spent lots of money and they showed a lot of self restraint, I’m talking about small, quiet ways I am – just maybe – making a difference.Read More →