I didn’t know it was possible. But let me tell you how my mind was blown by getting fucked with my own dick. Recently I bought a harness and dildo, which changed my life. Suddenly my gender is affirmed, and I feel a whole new form of freedom. Please see my previous post about what
Recently I purchased a strap, which was a big deal emotionally. I had wanted one for 20+ years. Also, it was an expensive purchase. I’m sorry it costs hundreds of dollars to affirm gender. When I tried out the strap, my mind was blown. This post is what I learned from having my own dick.
Having sex with my spouse recently, I wanted to be called bitch a lot. My spouse was kind to me, or mean in a round about way, speaking to me as I requested. When he said, “I love you, bitch,” that was my favorite. Yes, I want my spouse’s love. I want my spouse’s love
I’ve been thinking about eunuchs for a few months. I briefly dated a transgender person who was Italian-American, a witch, and had undergone bottom surgery to remove their dick and get a vulva. They related to the eunuchs in Rome long ago, some witch eunuchs. content warning: violence Well, honestly I’ve been thinking of eunuchs
My heart was broken again. I wanted to ask you what’s not good enough about me. What are you looking for? Am I too kind, or am I too generous? The first time I touched you, I felt your remarkable open heart. That instant feeling of cozy safety had never happened to me before. My
I went to pho with my dear friend. We were sitting outside, eating delicious soup. My friend gave me their basil; I gave them my cilantro. Probably that’s love, that considerate sharing of resources. I thought of my not-quite-ex, the one I loved before, and what she gave me: my recent situationship. She was the
My spouse and I went to a hot springs, and it was my first time in a clothing optional space. Well, the sex parties we enjoy are clothing optional. But this was more nudity and felt different. Strangely, it felt sexier at the hot springs than the sex parties.–at least our first visit on a
I wanted to tell you about the hot springs that my spouse and I visited in California last month. But on accident, I got swept up writing about power dynamics among queer people. So this post is just the gay part of the hot spring post that I hope to finish soon. costuming How do
Going down on my spouse’s ass was more emotional than I ever could have imagined. So much I learned, I had no idea I would learn. Previously I thought assholes were embarrassing and dirty. I had no idea they can be tender, sweet, vulnerable places to deeply love. It’s like I discovered a whole new
content warning: This post centers the word faggot, which some find offensive. faggot My spouse and I and our homegirl were on a road trip. On the freeway, headed north–strangely, I was driving. Driving is not something I do much. A motorcycle was behind me for a long time. “Do you think it’s a pig?”