One day, several years ago, we had sex for the last time. We didn’t know at the time it was going to be the last: it may seem that a quickie on the sofa was an unworthy ending, but actually, that’s very us. They had walked into the room while I was lying on my stomach on the sofa, typing or reading something I can’t […]
Body Matters / Identity
Blank Space: embracing being agender
It was feminism that did it. Feminism and my own redundant reproductive organs; both some misplaced indicators of womanhood that I did not, could not, connect with. It was that feeling that other people have described before, more eloquently than me, of feeling wrong, of feeling you’re doing something wrong, acting wrong, failing at being what you appear to be. I appeared to be a […]
Erotica / Sexual Encounters
Splash; The Next Chapter
Remember when I went to that sex club: the one where I sat nude in a hot tub, as bait; the one where I let a group of strangers use my body for their own pleasure; the one where I came hard, sitting on the edge, as a guy sucked on my clit? That actually wasn’t the end of the story. Soon after my sopping […]
Erotica / Masturbation
Reflecting; sex, my mirror, and me
Hey, mirror, mirror, there on the wall, who has the prettiest cunt of all? If you don’t answer that it’s mine, while my thighs are spread before you and my pink lips are glimmering in your eye, I’ll just have to try harder. Make you look, harder. I like it when it’s just us. When I’m kneeling in front of you, my knees hard against the […]
Identity
Shameless
I saw, and then instantly lost, a quote online yesterday: “We have to teach women and girls to not feel shame”. I am a person who doesn’t feel a lot of shame, despite finding myself in humiliating or ridiculous situations with shameful regularity, and that quote made me consider why, and how, I got to this point of blissful indifference. If I was the kind […]