Coloured beads spell out 'lets talk sex'. Photo.

Valentine’s day is a Big Deal for sex writers and sex bloggers, but I traditionally celebrate a different significant day on 14th February. I know I still have a lot to learn – about myself and about sex – and I know half the things I want from sex and relationships right now will undoubtedly change, but I am proud of what I have learned about sex so far. So today I’m (consensually!) stealing an idea from my birthday twin, Kelvin Sparks, and sharing 21 things I learned about sex at 21.Read More →

A post it note reading 'sexual health' lies on a yellow background with a metal alarm clock and matching paperclips. Photo.

I have a confession: I don’t go for STI tests every three months like a model non-monogamous sex educator should. It’s not about the shame or stigma around being a sexually active woman or having a positive STI status, I’m mostly scared of STI tests because they hurt. Maybe I shouldn’t share this, but right now I’m really struggling with my vagina.Read More →

Fingers in grapefruit, which looks like a vulva, on a red background. Photo.

I have a confession, folks: I’m a sex blogger who was still learning about her own cunt in 2019. Maybe that’s not surprising, given the lack of sufficient sex education in this country, but I’m still hugely embarrassed to share that I am still scared of my own vulva. And I feel ashamed to admit that, as someone who spends as much time as I do talking and writing about sex.Read More →

Shot of the interior of the Vagina Museum. Photo.

I never wish I lived in (or closer to) London more than when there are brilliant sex positive events happening that I can’t make it to – like the opening of the Vagina Museum tomorrow! Its first exhibition opens to the public this weekend and I’d love to be joining my sex blogging friends there tomorrow.Read More →

Two fingers in a grapefruit isolated on a blue background. Photo

I’m so behind right now – not only with my blogging (I have so many filthy and feminist-y things to share with y’all), but with life admin, self-care, household tasks, and my uni work. This has been written while I hide in blankets and ignore the fact that I probably need to be focussing on so-called “more important” things. Because after all, it’s important to tell you about my first finger fucking.Read More →