It has only been a year and a half now that I have, after a decade and a half in the sexual desert that was Christianity (and I understand that there are some Christian couples with satisfying sex lives), been exploring my own sexuality again. It has been one of the most fulfilling and satisfying
I was waiting on Electric L-Word Man. I hadn’t seen him in 2 months. I was waiting for houuuuuurs. I was tired of waiting. Fuck him. I am not sitting around waiting for some man. I went to the pub. Sat at the bar. Ordered a glass of wine. Boston’s “Long Time” was playing on
So although this particular piece of art is not specifically about my kink or my sexuality, it is alive with sex and pulsing with vigor. It is relevant as fuck because I channeled it this year, in the midst of my sexual self-discovery. It came to me and I wrote it in about 10 minutes which is kind of
I’ve been writing on Fetlife- a fetish social media site for almost a year now. https://fetlife.com/users/8079687 It’s probably the best and most revolutionary writing of my life. I have been excavating myself, discovering who I am and I’m very proud of the work I’ve done there. I have created over 110 pieces of writing, 8 videos and
Tears are streaming down my face like a river. My chest is full of tears and I need to let them out but I don’t think there is enough time left on the planet for me to release them all. If I feel all the way, I’ll die of overwhelm. I’m so tired of being
When we last left the little redheaded girl, she had just become a Jesus Freak, moved in with a total stranger 3000 miles away from home, quit her job and joined a church that became nationally, notoriously anti-gay. I’ll let that sink in a minute. I honestly don’t remember many actual conversations about the actual morality of being gay.
When we last left the little redheaded girl, she had just purchased a plane ticket to British Columbia to be with Liam – a man she had met and fucked for one night -sans orgasm on either side- and spent many hours talking on the phone with. One conversation over the Christmas holidays was particularly
I owe the gay community some of my own blood. In my opinion. You may agree and call for even more of it. You may disagree and say I’m nuts. It doesn’t matter. I owe a karmic debt and it will be paid. It starts today. This one’s gonna be long. It may be a
Marginalized voices and vulnerable bodies. Who better then, to teach your kids how to walk through their fear and into their confidence? My former speaking coach, Rich Hopkins and I had a lovely quick chat about, kids, speaking, stripping and winning anyway! Rich was a really important part of my spiritual evolution. For a couple
So grateful to Jan Bannister who helped make this happen, my classmates for their support and Kerry Talmage for his spirit.