I’ve been having a lot of conversations about my sexuality this month. Conversations that centre around bi-erasure as much as biphobia Not surprising, as it’s Pride month. And the more I talk about it, the more I’m sick of hiding who I am. I’ve been thinking a lot about coming out. Not just to my immediate family (they know I’m bisexual already), but also to my friends and my conservative parents and siblings. (more…)
I wish I could go back in time. I would find my twenty-something-year-old self and tell her not to worry so much. I’d tell her that she’s bisexual and that it’s fine. I wish I could give her the LGBTQ sex-ed I should’ve had in high school. (more…)
My latest novel, Surrender in the Library, began its life as a serialised novella on my blog under the title Silence in the Library. You may have read it, but as it was just a first draft, written for myself more than anything, it wasn’t the best quality. I have edited and re-written the novella so the final result – Surrender in the Library – is something I can be very proud of. (more…)
We live in interesting times. I’ve actually not blogged for the better part of a month (or more, actually) as I’ve been busy trying to write a novel. But with the chaos we find ourselves in these days, I’ve decided to write more. Writing is my mental health coping strategy, so the more I do, the better I’ll feel. Or so I hope, at least. (more…)
This is going to be a short one because I don’t have a lot of time and I wanted to put some thoughts down for Wicked Wednesday. I am because we are is the theme for this week and, as you may have guessed, I have a few things to say about this. (more…)
I was really excited when Astrid Ovalles asked me to review her movie, Road of Bygones. I have only ever really written book and sex toy reviews, so this was new for me. I hope I did it justice. (more…)
On Tuesday I had my first pole dancing class. I was really looking forward to it, but as the time drew near for me to go, I got cold feet. I had had a very busy day at work and had to walk about 20 minutes to go to the studio. I had forgotten my trainers, so had to walk there in high heels, which was a bad idea. My feet started hurting halfway there and I practically hobbled into the building. (more…)
Privacy is of the utmost importance to me. It’s not a secret that I write my blog under a pseudonym. I don’t show my face on my blog and my avatar is carefully cropped so that my son’s signature isn’t showing. I value my privacy, not only in my life as a sex blogger but also in my personal life. If you were to look me up on the internet using my legal name, you’d get lots of hits, none of which would be me. (more…)
[EDIT COMMENT] This post was originally written to celebrate the 400th edition of Wicked Wednesday, but due to problematic behaviour of the organiser of Wicked Wednesday, this post is no longer linking to that meme. (more…)
I never used to understand people who viewed pain as pleasure. I suffered from endometriosis for about thirty years and the last thing I wanted to feel during sex was pain. I had had enough of that during my years of chronic pain. It seemed strange to willfully inflict pain on oneself (or have a loved one do it) and derive pleasure from it. (more…)