Radical Honesty

I feel like I’ve made a choice recently to step back a bit from my life, and from my community. It’s not that they aren’t nice, well-meaning people who probably do care about my wellbeing. It’s more that they aren’t the kind of nice, well-meaning people who are comfortable confronting reality.  My reality is, in... Continue Reading →


Is there anything sexier than words? There's just something about the way they are said, or written, which can bypass all the checks and balances in my brain and reach right into my spinal cord. That moment when he said I wish I could see more sends a buzzing frisson of energy through my body.... Continue Reading →

Bank Holiday

Yesterday was my first #bankholidaybumday. It was also my first time ever participating in an nsfw twitter hashtag. It felt equally exhilarating and terrifying. I loved the genuine lovely feedback from fantastically supportive tweeps and at the same time found myself feeling nervous about every view from someone I didn't recognise or wasn't connected in... Continue Reading →


39 is a really fucking awful year to get a disability that affects your sex life.  This time last year I was just beginning to feel myself. I had spent my twenties sorting myself out (mini therapy plug!) and my thirties in the midst of new parenthood, but by March 2020 I had started a... Continue Reading →

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