If you read my post on April 29th (Anger Gets a Bad Wrap), then you know that a rather large and unpleasant bag of ick got thrown into my lap recently. I’ve emerged from that crucible and I’m claiming some power by making a decision about my body, for me.
I’m so excited to announce the first three products in my Curated Collection of toys to make your toes curl!
Regardless of where you fall on the spectrum of gender, sexuality, or sexual expression your sexual wellness is important and something to be celebrated. You’re a marvel, outside and in, my beauties, and you deserve to feel safe and free in your own skin.
I have some thoughts on slut-shaming inspired, in an unexpected turn of events, by Melania Trump.
I wanted to bring something beautiful into the world. I’ve been pondering the ways we bare ourselves when we strip down to our skin. The way that one body sings to the other. It is my hope that you all find that freedom for yourselves.
Sundays are for lazy naps, canoodling, and poetry. Enjoy this poem, it has a pinch of erotica to spice up your Sunday canoodle.
If you’ve ever typed: “How do I Dom myself” or “Rope Bondage for One” this musing is for you!
Here’s a dialectic that is going to blow your mind: You can be a rape/sexual assault/incest survivor and have a perfectly healthy, non-abuse related, daddy kink.