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My comment policy: I’m a dictator
This blog post has nothing to do with free speech. The comments on this blog are not – and will never be – an outlet for anyone to speak freely. There are lots of reasons for this, and because I am obsessed with transparency I’m going to explain my comment policy. On my blog, I’m a dictator. Other blog owners and companies that run websites are dictators too. If any website owner tells you that their site is a platform for your free speech, and that you will never be censored, they are mistaken. Here’s why.
The power of hugs, and the myth of the male protector
I took him by the hand and led him through the kitchen, then along the hallway and to the bottom of the stairs. I stood up on one step, smiled at him, then wrapped both of my arms around him in a giant hug. “This is what it feels like when you hug me,” I told him. “And this is why I love your hugs.”
Fantastic guest blogs from 2014 – part 1
I mentioned last week that I’d been doing an archive trawl, and had come across so many brilliant guest blogs I wanted to resurface a few of them for those who weren’t with me way back in the beginning. Continuing that series, here are a few fantastic guest blogs from 2014 – a time when most of us were more hopeful and full of joy. Take a trip back into the past to read about an incredible threesome, foot fetishes, puppy play, sex and stand-up comedy, and why early sex ed is so important…
Why I love dick toys even though I have no dick
What’s that?
It’s a present.
For who?
For your dick.
Today I want to talk about the Tenga Flip Hole Zero EV – far too long a name for a really awesome thing. But this isn’t really a post about the Tenga Flip Zero EV: it is a love letter to dick toys. An explanation of why I love them even though I don’t have a dick myself. And above all it’s a detailed account of why it is so hot to watch my boyfriend spunk into a tube of squishy plastic.
Crying after sex: two stories
The last couple of times I had sex, I cried afterwards. I know, this blog post sounds like it’s going to be a little bit horrible: it is. Sorry about that. Sometimes life is full of hot fucking and joyful blow jobs, and sometimes… well, sometimes it is stress and panic and crying after sex.