Woman is Pain

Woman is pain. Hurt and suffering. She’s ache and angst, wounds and damage.  Woman is vulnerable, like kittens and ducklings. Innocent and fragile. Man puts his hands on her; his touch befouling or purging those that came before it. Yet she remains a kitten in male hands.  Her frailty is becoming, her sensitivity superior. A…

Help me, I’m fine.

I’d describe the moments before a suicide attempt like an endless free fall through grief.  There isn’t much left to grab onto. And what there is you risk dragging down with you.  You might try to reach out to something, only to find out it isn’t actually there. It’s just a shadow of where it…

How not to bott

So, sex. In my eyes, it’s an art form. A vocation. As such with every skill, it takes roughly 2% talent and 98% perspiration to progress. While the gods may have graced you with a big cock or a tighty-whitey vagina, by no means did you naturally just know how to get it on. It…

The Artist

Ah, modern-day dating… what an effing shit show. I haven’t had a relationship that has lasted longer than 6 months for almost 6 years. And that’s 6 months at a push. Some people would say I’m too picky. I’d argue I’m just less tolerant of bullshit. But is it really anything to do with me…

Red Blooded Woman

you’ll never get to heaven if you’re scared of getting high I’m going to ask that you count backwards from 10 before you read this, lest you get too heated and turned on. Because yes, this one’s about sex and I’ve learned my lesson from all those times before. I’ve dealt the consequences of speaking…

Runaway

baby I’ve got a plan runaway as fast as you can I’ve been trying to figure out ways of loving that don’t hurt so much. My heart’s enormous capacity for love is matched with an equal capacity for pain. And yet I choose to love anyway, somehow holding onto the fragments of that love buried…

Another Clock

Stop. I’m giving it. I’m not getting it. So I’m in the market for a new clock. I’ve had many in my time which have come in an array of shapes and sizes. From big to small, loud to quiet, grandfathers to digital – you name it, I’ve clocked it. With so much choice, it’s…

yeah, me too.

the rape tore me in two but it didn’t end me This will perhaps be my hardest post – to write, to read, to publish. My heart has been waking me crying since. “How can I help?” I plead. “Write the blog.” The last year and a half has been the longest of my life. Such a brief…

The Funeral

So I’d made it, albeit unwillingly, to second and third base. Progress indeed (especially considering my starting point), but not quite enough to cut the mustard/pop the cherry. Trapped in a web of laborious lies, it was time to put myself out of my misery. Brace yourselves kids, this one’s parental guidance… ‘Twas the night…

Me vs. Madonna

My initiation into the wondrous world of sex didn’t exactly get off to a good start. Allow me to set the scene: My creative flare came as quite a shock to my parents when, at the age of four, I decided to pursue a career as a Ballet Dancer. I was no regular kid. Up…