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 →

I thought if I was going to write about money in the next few weeks, I would be writing about the need for a fuck off fund. I also thought that my writing in the next few days would be delightfully filthy and reflective of my current adventures. So this post surprised me. Does it belong on a sex blog? Well, it talks about having to hide your kinks and the Importance of queer representation in fiction, so I can just about convince myself that it does. Really, though, this is post about how I am a frustrated, queer bookworm.Read More →

I feel nervous about posting this, and not for the usual reasons that I’m unsure of my writing ability or embarrassed of the fantasies I’m sharing. I’m nervous because posting these words could actually change my life in less-than-positive ways, if seen by the wrong people.Read More →

A few weeks ago, I went on a date. Dinner at a lovely restaurant, a playful argument over who was paying, and a walk through a London’s beautiful streets in the cooling air. It was brilliant. There was some flirting, some teasing, and – on my part anyway – some blushing. They’re both wonderful, clever, attractive-as-fuck people: one of them I want to be like when I’m older, and one of them who I want to fuck right now.Read More →