On getting your sex education from porno mags

Like many who grew up in the north of England in the 70s and 80s, the sex education provided by my school was woeful. We had one lesson looking at the reproductive system, aged about 10, when we were all so embarrassed to see pictures of penises on our worksheets that we drew Y-fronts on…

On the Playful Promises Regalia Skylar set

I realised it was Wednesday, and I haven’t posted anything today, and I have two pictures I want to share (only one is of me). I haven’t played #WickedWednesday before so I thought I’d link up to that! 4; 12; 3,106; 13; 21. They’re the number of comments left on five consecutive Instagram posts by…

On the removal of body hair

I first started shaving my body hair in school. If you took a Yeti, covered him in glue and then rolled him around on a barbershop floor, it would take a look at my legs and start worrying about looking hairless by comparison. It’s fair to say that it was negatively impacting my body  image…

On falling asleep to the sound of porn

My sex drive has been spectacularly erratic during lockdown. I’m single (I prefer to think of it as ‘having an imaginary sex life’) and I have wavered between living with one hand permanently down my pants, and getting dressed in the dark so that I don’t have to look at my bits. Throw in the…