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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 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…

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 a…

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 of…

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 skin.

The Civic Body – Turkish Baths

Read any amount of my work and you’ll notice water as a recurring theme: as a metaphor, a sensory element, as atmosphere. Bathing is especially important to me – I’m an addict. I do it at least three, sometimes four, times a day. Not because I require the bath, but because I love the sensation…

You Can’t Go Back to Constantinople

This blog is going to be a bit quiet for a while because I’m traveling in Turkey and Jordan. I’ll be in Istanbul until the 13th of June, then going to Petra in Jordan for 3 days. I had read a lot about ancient Constantinople – I knew the history of the region – but…