Scorched Earth

CW: transphobia I’ve been sitting on this post for six weeks, maybe more. It’s been a draft that I’ve ignored, put off, resisted, because it’s hard to write and even harder to write succinctly. I’m not going to rehash the war of the worlds that’s happening in the sex blogging community on Twitter, so if…

My Last #SOSS of 2019

I have been sitting on this post for a couple weeks now, trying to find my words. I have such mixed feelings about posting a favourites list for the end of the year, despite having been included on several published by other bloggers. I am so grateful for their mentions and kind words. I don’t…

The Healing Power of Ritual

I have always craved ritual, craved it in a deep and significant way, for as long as I can remember. My entirely secular upbringing, by unsentimental ex-catholics, meant that nothing felt sacred, nothing had any pomp or circumstance to it. The idea of imbuing an object or practice with significance or creating ritual was absurd…

Too Shy

I’m too shy. I want you to watch, but I’m too shy. I want to see your slow smile as my hand slips beneath the soft cotton of my panties. I want to make you lick your lips and gnaw at them. I want to make you wait. But I’m too shy. My mind’s eye…

Convention Compersion

I am not well versed in FOMO (the fear of missing out). When I feel it, which is very rare and always very specific, it’s incredibly uncomfortable and hard to deal with. This is the third (fourth?) year that I have shared in the excitement of my fellow sex bloggers as they prepare for their…