Jack appears down the god-awful fat-bitch-discriminatorily-steep stairs of Coffee, Cake and Kink. I have seen him in on cam but this is the first time we’ve met. He appears to be about eight feet tall. When I ask, he stakes a claim to six. And I like that, because he could have taken a punt [...]
I’m not in any kind of scene. I don’t go out a lot. I like to write my blog and think my thinks. I’m not even very active online. I’m not a big participator in forums or anything. I’m no one really. Not part of any gang. Never really found one that did it for [...]
“No one makes porn for us because we are just a figment of some dirty sub man’s fantasy and therefore no porn baron’s target demographic. Imaginary people don’t buy much porn. But, at the same time, because we don’t exist no one bothers to worry about shoving stuff that will turn us the fuck on [...]
I am a beautiful, bewitching, magnificent, delightful, beautiful, gorgeous, elegant, beautiful, incredible, attractive superior domina goddessessess: as soon as you see me in my magnificence you will have no choice but to submit.
You’re not on the wrong blog, btw. That was satire.
But it’s pretty much what you get on many of the multiple and myriad [...]
I really don’t like the term piss play. Or anything ‘play’, really. Sometimes the infantilisation of kink makes me feel slightly bilious.
Toys. Play.
Not in and, oh my god, won’t somebody think of the children, kind of way. I realise it is possible to use the word ‘play’ without meaning anything ultra-creepy. I just hate [...]
