Yesterday afternoon I had a mild sore throat and felt a bit fragile. Yesterday evening my throat was worse and my emotional pain was steadily intensifying. By midnight, the two came together in a full-on Sylvia Plath style spiritually cleansing fever: I am a lantern—— My head a moon Of
In my teens, it was: "Omg yes, put your body in my body, baby, so hot!" In my 20s, it was: "Sure bodies are hot but I also need an intellectual connection. Fuck yeah, I want you to put your head in my head." In my
The hardest lie to stop telling is the one we believe I’ve written before about how I’m good at lying to myself when I don’t want to see an inconvenient truth about the desires in my heart. Time and again, I have put my hand on my
Prelude Just after midnight on Tuesday I woke with full-body nerve pain like I've never felt before. It was agonising and it made me nauseous. As I vomited tidily into a plastic bag, I thought: Is this a spiritual event or just a neurotoxin? Three hours of sitting
"Oh no thank you love," you said, "That isn't something I do with casual partners." That familiar flush of shame at having offered what you did not want. But a few tequilas later you did it all the same - a slippery dip bare
I love tea, but I am very caffeine-sensitive, so decaf it must be. Until recently I genuinely believed that I preferred English Breakfast tea to Earl Grey tea. If you'd pressed me on it, I'd have stuck to my guns. Then I learned that decaf Earl
[First published 2024] I've been seeing a few comments on Fetlife recently where someone posts a picture or writing that shows vulnerability or courage, and gets a lot of lovely supportive comments about it; and then someone posts something demeaning in an attempt to negate that positive vibe.
[First published 2023] Fun thought experiment I recommend for the next time you're waiting in a supermarket queue: Imagine if you could tell how genuinely happy the people around you were, just by looking at them. If happiness were as visible and obvious as skin or hair or