I wore my black Feel Your Feelings tank top to the sex party along with my black kilt. The words of the shirt are all caps in neon colors and white, standing out boldly on the black. The Feel Your Feelings shirt is a ringer, so there are thin white lines at the neckline and
I had a good friend who did queer sex work. She was trans, Deaf, and from the south. The sex work seemed dangerous. The people who came to her for sex work, some could be violent for sure. I don’t know how she found her clients–this was several years ago. Where we lived before. content
I love queer sex, and am not keen on straight sex. But maybe it’s a false distinction? That’s what I’m pondering today. I think of queer sex as dynamic–it changes mid-scene and over the years creative–we have to do different things than insert a tab into a slot showing up as my whole self transformative–it
I was thinking about a friend I had long ago for a short time who wanted me to hold a key to his chastity belt. He was into these devices–the kind he had was plastic–that encase a dick, and are locked with a key. Why have I never talked about this chastity belt here on
“I need to wake up,” my spouse said to me. It was morning, and he was having a slow start. “Do you know anything in particular that might help you wake up?” I asked. I was still in bed, writing. “Like what if you could try yodeling. Or you could masturbate. Or you could plunge
I asked my spouse to take some masturbation pics of me. He took three. I like this blurry one best–strange and arty. I’m happy to share it with you. Mistakes can be my favorite. Praise Mother God in the form of error. He had just fucked me, and he came inside of me. Yum. I
Loving a man feels a bit treacherous. Either I don’t care, or I care too much. Feels impossible to find a sweet spot. I have a friend–I can’t recall how we met. Oh, it was a radical support meeting, years ago. He dumpster dove flowers for us. I thought he might be a lady, when
In between places are where I like to dwell. It’s true–some people take advantage of undefined. But I’m comfortable with the liminal. I’m happy to do something that English language doesn’t have words for. A friend who I’m doing something liminal with said that she and I are platonic lovers. I don’t think Plato has
“Why don’t you take your pants off?” I asked my spouse. “They seem like they’re bothering you. Let it all hang out. Or at least let…a portion of it all hang out.” He had been pushing on his abdomen like it hurt. “Ok,” he said. He unhooked his belt. He let his pants gape open
I used to think I only wanted sex when I was really horny. Now I think there are degrees of excitement, and I can enjoy sex in many ways, in different feeling states. youth When I was young, the hormones were coursing through me. I needed to masturbate regularly for my own comfort, and I