Heads up loves, I do a lot of talking about my body weight and disordered eating in this post. If this is a topic you’d rather avoid, feel free to skip this post! Of course, this post is based on my personal experience, and shouldn’t be taken as a blanket generalization. Now, onward! I’ve been … Continue reading Fat Sex is Better Sex
June had a lot going on for me. It was the first total month I’ve lived with my partner. It was hot as balls. It was a month of cat trees, boozy ice cream floats, parents visiting, and blog updates. One of those blog updates is that I’m officially self-hosted now! This is a … Continue reading June Wrap Up
Tantus is one of those companies that I really admire. They do one thing, and they do it really well. Silicone toys. Safe, fun, durable silicone toys. The Vamp Super Soft is no exception to that. That’s that nice thing about the Super Soft silicone. It’s super soft. The squish lets me easily handle … Continue reading Review: Tantus Vamp Super Soft
I’m picky about the things I like to get hit with. When it comes to spankings, the thuddier the better. I’ve written before about how the cane I have is much too stingy, most paddles seem to be out of the question, and honestly, even my partner’s hand can be too stingy at times. Enter … Continue reading Review: Creative Kink Master Beating Baton
Asexuality, like other sexualities and genders, is a spectrum. That means there are some people, like me, who really enjoy having sex despite identifying as ace. Other people don’t enjoy it, or just can’t tolerate it at all. But sex isn’t the only thing-- physical or otherwise-- that fosters intimacy. There are lots of great … Continue reading 10 Ways to Maintain Intimacy Without Sex
Remember that time I got my pussy stoned? Yeah. Good times.
My history with glass dildos has been mixed. But I made an impulsive decision and bought an S Curve. And boy do I fucking LOVE this thing.
This thing is so stinkin' cute. It’s light green and kind of reminds me of a little alien bug. It’s squishy and comes with an awesome charging station.
When 19-year-old me saw pretty glass balls with delicate flowers in the center, I bought them. And then put them in my vagina.
Finding your identity is a process, and even though I have a word for it now, I don’t think that’s the end of it. There’s always more.