I had an excellent reader question: if or how masochism and self-injury are related. These two are often compared, and often to my annoyance. We all know Maggie Gyllenhaal’s character in “Secretary”, a self-injurer who cuts her thighs until she finds BDSM and James Spader.
“It’s like whiskey and bourbon,” my sister said when […]
First, the bad: My main frustration about TESFest was that it was impossible to get off-site without a car. If you attend Floating World without a car, I strongly recommend that you make sure your room has a fridge, and bring food for the weekend.
Next, the entertaining: This event created its own vocabulary.
High-class problem: A […]
The Artist’s tied arms are around my neck as I ride. I’ve put my glasses back on so I can see him, but they keep slipping down my nose.
I hate to encourage the myth that men need to fuck for hours. (It’s a peeve of mine, second only to the notion that women […]
Forgive my crudity, please, but this post was no good without the title.
The other night, I curled up in bed for some quality hands-on time. All I wanted was an orgasm, possibly followed by a nap. Instead, I got a huge wet spot.
I was annoyed (I just moved in! It’s too soon to […]
