Rope slut

People often talk about triggers for fetishes and I have one for my rope fetish which happened when I was about eight years old. I remember playing by myself in my grandmother's backyard and I think it was cowboys and Indians because I'd also made a tepee by pegging towels all over my kiddie-sized hill's... Continue Reading →

She’s the man

I've often wondered if I have a little too much testosterone for my own good. Actually, I know I have testosterone levels on the high-side thanks to my fantastically acne-prone skin and oligomenorrhea (that's infrequent and light menstrual cycles to you and me) but I wonder if having too much of that stuff in my system does... Continue Reading →

Lost & Found

Someone recently told me that I should stop apologising so much. I'm one of those people who apologises for everything - "Oh, sorry, am I in your way?", "Sorry, I can't make it.", "Sorry, I'm not what you want me to be." I'd usually start my first blog in many, many weeks with a, "Sorry,... Continue Reading →

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