For a very long time, from my first ever climax to approximately two years ago, orgasms came easily. I rarely struggled to come, and there were times I was able to do so quickly when I wanted to, both with my partner and without. It was also relatively easy for me to time them, to... Continue Reading →
Bath
It's been a month since I've been able to have a bath. I am missing it terribly, in part because I love being in water, and in part because it was one of the very few ways I had to rest other than lying in bed. It's also been a month of extreme stress, wondering... Continue Reading →
Radiation
I know that this is not strictly within the rules, as it is not an erotic image, but this is where I was today and is at least 50% of my life at the moment. Maybe more. I wanted to try for a scavenger hunt image but unfortunately there weren't any opportunities without nurses in... Continue Reading →
Cunt
I was scrolling Twitter this week when I cam across this thread by a sex educator discussing the issues that arise for people raised in purity culture. I was surprised at how many of them applied to me. Lack of connection to own body. Above average terror of STI's. Misinformation about sex. Vulval pain. Shame... Continue Reading →
My Voice
I took this picture for the chair prompt week, and didn’t post it. Not because it wasn’t ready, or it didn’t fit the theme, but because I was having a mini wobble about my photos and their suitability for Sinful Sunday. The truth is, I looked at everyone else’s amazing work and I didn’t feel... Continue Reading →
Today
CW: mental health/suicide I have days, with this disease, when I feel deeply suicidal. When the frustration and pain and loss is all too much, and I feel so low that I begin to wonder if the dysfunction in my body is reaching my brain, turning my synapses against me and making me self-destruct horribly,... Continue Reading →
I am not ok
I am so very not ok. This is not going to be a fun or popular post. I have been dreading writing it for weeks, hoping that waiting might make it go away. The truth is, I was beginning to feel some measure of hope again, gradually building towards a slow but meaningful and connected... Continue Reading →
Scream
Sometimes I don't have words to describe how I feel. (The story behind this photograph is here).
Beautiful
Last week, I tweeted this: "Sometimes when my life feels small and boring, and I feel like I have no power or autonomy, I open the hidden folder of photos on my phone and remember that I am brave and bold and wild beyond imagining." Living with chronic illness for the most part is an... Continue Reading →