I Have Better Things To Do Than Survive
I cut my nails short. A fork ring also, for when I am out of spoons. It’s a symbolic gesture to myself, one that serves to remind me to take care of myself while preparing for what’s to come. My fingernails have always grown long, strong and have been one of my vanity loves about myself, but I need them short right now. Right now I am fighting with all of my everything not to fall down a deep…
Why I'm Still Screaming O Fuck No
Really, before I get into the depth of this post, a not even remotely gentle reminder that you should really not piss off sex toy bloggers. We are a force to be reckoned with in 2017 whether you like it or not. So, don’t do it. While most of my #blogsquad folx are in various stages of appalled, feeling violated, exposed, threatened and unsafe – outside this world, I have heard the rumblings of…
Do Not Jeopardize Sexuality Folx Anonymity
Looking at you, Screaming O. For the last 24 hours, I’ve been looking for the proper words to express my incredibly in-depth anger and sense of betrayal at the actions that Screaming O has engaged in. For backstory, I will point to my dear friends Ruby Goodnight’s “Fucking Airplane Armrests – What Went Wrong for #Bodysafe?“, as well as “When A Company Fucks Up Beyond Belief: Screaming (N)O” by…
Grief is a Strange Monster
I was working on a series of posts covering the highlights of #sfs17, the Twitter account for my clit @ClitstaAnne, the amazing panel #sfs17bodies, a mock workshop on how to craft a 30 talk by the seat of your pants cause you kinda forgot you were presenting, awesome times with wonderful people. They are all drafts in different stages of completion, all things I want to write about, but Thursday…