The shoulders were about right, she thought. The height – perhaps he was an inch or two shorter – but that didn’t matter for much. Weight is something she’d never been good at estimating but perhaps this man was carrying just a little more muscle than was ideal. Giving her drink a clockwise quarter...
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The Stand In
#nightpoetry
Probing the idea of you the tongue tip of my mind traces your borders, elevations the salinity of your essence the rough gravel of the voice I’ll never hear the magnetic north I’ll never reach the bitter aftertaste of absence the cavity in my brain huge and hurtful, ever present the land I cannot...
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Feminism, Sex Work and The Big Wide World
I once had a commenter accuse me of being a sex tourist because I wrote about the sex workers in Bangkok. Because I didn’t condemn it, or belittle them, or rail about the men who used their services. Now, Elly writes about a movement of ‘feminists’ in the UK who spend their fundraised money...
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Intention
Kiss me, but not absently without yearning for the touch of my lips or the scent of my skin. Touch me, but not as a tactile assurance that I’m still here where you last left me, like a lucky charm or a well-trained pet. Tell me you love me because something eases in your...
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The Vibrator Controversy
I rarely weigh in on these sorts of discussions because, for the most part, I think people should do what they want to do and what feels good. However, after Sylvanus posted his blog on his dislike of Hitachi wands, I noticed some of the responses were really quite defensive. In fact, some were...
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Monsoonish
under a sky the colour of asphyxia wet heat tugs at my limbs minutes are hours wanting gnaws away at flesh like jewel wasp larvae, iridescent abominations. if you were here with me, we could lie spreadeagled under the benevolence of a creaking fan and make up stories of how it all turned out...
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The Kindness of Strangers
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? Hamlet, Act II, Scene 1 I wish someone had given me this advice in my youth. Instead I have aged with desire and it has eaten holes in my viscera until there is little left but a labyrinth for worms to...
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The Uncomfortable Truth about Kink
I have to thank @quietriot_girl for prompting this post. We had a short exchange on twitter about it. She has some very insightful takes on things. Please visit her site. Photo: miss_blackbutterfly I once knew a man with a deeply rooted shoe fetish. He didn’t just like shoes, or think they were sexy on...
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Lockdown Day
When I was a child, my grandmother taught me the world was a kind place. And I believed her, because children believe. As I grew older, I discovered that this wasn’t always so. Still, I carried on living as if it were true. What was the point, I asked myself, in pursuing an experience...
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Infusion
Pungent dried petals crushed and crumbled into my skin. My palm flat against my chest grinding the blossoms into my skin. Sharp buds to score the flesh until I’ve plowed the essence of you into my skin. Let me bleed, lavender scented and crimson, against the blinding white of your shirt and into your...
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