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Worth your Time

Every so often, you run across something quite beautiful. I was lucky enough to meet Karl James as @2plus2makes5 on twitter and take the time to look at his site. Karl is director of something called the Dialogue Project – a pretty amazing organisation. I won’t attempt to describe it. Better you go to the…

Things I don’t Know

It seems the more I post discussion blogs on writing, feelings, relationships or sex, the more emails I get from people who think I’m some kind of expert in any of those areas. I can’t say it’s not flattering to get those sorts of emails, but they also come with a lot of responsibility and,…

Desiring the Unobtainable

Well, I got halfway through writing a short story and realized, with the help of a friend, that it was mostly shit. This always depresses me. Especially 4,000 words in. However…it was crap. So I’m going to have to suck it up. In the meantime, I’ve noticed recently that I’ve been running into a lot…

The Stand In

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 turn,…

#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 traverse…

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 fighting…

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 soul…

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 fairly…

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 okay…

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 breed…