On the wearing of clothes

Here’s @jvn looking gorge at the Emmys. I’m not entirely sure that I could rock that Dick Strawbridge ‘tache with quite the same confidence, but I would totally take on the rest of the look. I’ve been thinking a lot about clothing lately. Since my mental health issues really escalated, I’ve been obsessed with the…

The unnamed woman

“It appears you don’t believe me when I tell you how hot my PA is,” said Candaules, Managing Director of Lydia plc. He held a tumbler of his favourite 1982 Port Ellen whisky up at eye level, savouring the golden amber colour. “Hot. Fucking hot,” he corrected himself. “So you are shagging her,” smirked his…

On being a nonbinary male: 20 questions

So what are we doing here today? Answering questions on the the subject of being a nonbinary male. How many questions? 20, as per the title. Do these questions up front count? You bet your sweet ass they do. I’m not sure I can stretch this conceit out to 20 actual questions.  Hadn’t we better…

Dating a demisexual: first base and beyond

So, recently, and despite my protestations to all who would listen, and many who wouldn’t, I signed up for not just Tinder, but OKCupid too. Admittedly, I’m not that desperate to date again but the chances of finding a new best friend that conformed to my very specific criteria whilst sat at home playing Shadow…

In the words of Diana Ross

Part one; in which everyone asks me that question Dig, if you will, the picture, as my never-to-be-forgotten hero Prince once said. It’s a Thursday morning, the very small hours, and we’re sat on a sticky carpet in the long shadows of another indie night. Emily and I are not engaged in a kiss, not…

The man in the red dress

“This is the one.” She handed me her phone. “You’ve not had a date so far?” She shook her head. “We matched a couple of weeks ago and have been chatting since, but because of work schedules we can’t get together until this weekend. The unusual name made tracking down the corresponding Instagram profile easy,…

Gallagher & White Chapter 2 – A night on the town

Over dinner that night in the hotel restaurant, Eve had been giving Tara every little detail of the day’s photo shoot, which at first freaked Tara out a little, but as the large glasses of Cristal started to work on them Tara found herself more and more intrigued – and ever more horny. She was…

Gallagher & White Chapter 1 – The photo shoot

They met early next morning to take advantage of the wan, early morning sunlight. The room itself was dirty, with bedraggled curtains of an indeterminate colour and age. The sun struggled to find a way through, casting long shadows in the rest of the room. There was no carpet and the floorboards were coarse and stained. The few rugs were similarly disgusting, and there was a smell in the air as though the windows had not been opened in some time. The wallpaper was completely missing from most parts of the wall, and what little remained was a hideous seventies design in beige and brown. Disturbingly, there were three bullet holes in the wall opposite the door, and there were bullets still in two of them.

How can I tell if my sex drive is changing?

One of the things I noticed on my journey to the nonbinary side – and at some point, I intend to talk about how I refer to much more than gender when I use that term – was that my sexuality had started to become much more fluid. While I had gay heroes growing up,…

Bedpost Confessions is my new jam

“I had long been curious to wear women’s underwear. But with no one to borrow them from I trekked to the mall and paid a visit to Victoria’s Secret. I wanted a thong and I wanted it skimpy. Wearing the thing itself was not quite what I expected… I became aware that any sort of erection would give myself a wedgie.”

Midnight snack

She let herself in, and was hanging up her jacket when she heard a noise from the kitchens. Seeking its source Emma discovered one of the chefs, a middle-aged ex-army chef named Mike. He was divorced, and had taken the job at the hotel mainly for the free lodging. Emma had never been sure about…

Why did we decide to write this blog? Because we want to!

July, 1998. It doesn’t really matter what the date was, because it was the whole of July and the whole of the previous three or four years too. Generally I’d be lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling, wrestling with our old friend insomnia. Sometimes I could fend him off with a combination of…

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Picture 2. Sorry they’re so dark; although I am a fan of low key photography, and of necessity they will be anonymous, I am lacking some essential photographic supplies which will improve my photography!

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The first photo of myself I’ve felt comfortable enough to post! Eventually, I hope, one day very soon, I will comfortable enough to post in Violet Fawkes excellent and admirable project…. Lingerie Is For Everyone