Content warning: as the title suggests, there is (fairly heavy) mention of abuse in this article, plus mention of self harm. A quote of mine was featured in Metro this week and for editorial reasons, it was cut down. However, it did get me thinking about how my past has affected every aspect of my sexual, and indeed other, behaviours.
In the past 6-7 months, I’ve released a lot of old fears, insecurities and unhelpful beliefs. I’ve cemented in my mind the sheer joy of fucking, rather than it being an obligation or a means to an end. But it doesn’t make it any less anxiety-inducing.
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With my life being so complicated at the moment, I decided to take a step back and spend some time just on me. So I grabbed a jigsaw, a mere 1000 pieces and started putting it together. And then I had one of those wanky-sounding ephiphanies about what it meant…
Orgasm isn’t an endpoint for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love coming and there’s nothing quite like the feeling of tipping over that edge, clenching hard and gasping loudly.
There’s a lot of unsexy stuff in the world. The right-wing leaning of our politicians in both the US and UK and the impact it has is frightening. The uncertainty that creates our current economic, social and political climate leads to fear and anger, people directing their frustrations at each other and feeding into a cycle of fear, mistrust and hatred. But, there are great things too.
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