The Filth

Of course I love men all smeared in grime. Dirt and mud and engine oil. Hard labour produces sweat and smudges. Miners with coal-coated faces. Fire fighters with sooty streaks like badges of bravery and sacrifice. Great big monstrous hands rough and scarred and dirty from the earth he has shaped into new and shiny [...]

Is it too early for a Xmas wish list?

Nah. Fuckit. It’s December and I am excited. I love Xmas. These are the things I would like.
I would like to have a man eat soap for me
I would like to spit on his food
I would like to chain a man up in my bathroom and only take him out of there to have him [...]

Are You Reading Me?

Recently I read this post by Belle de Jour. I don’t usually read her but this was linked to on Informed Consent and I went clickying though.
I do kind of wish I hadn’t. She is quite annoying. First there is a dig about people who write pretentiously: in blogworld, demonstrable ownership of a thesaurus is [...]

Thirst

I live in a temperate climate. By the sea, in fact. It rains. It’s windy. It’s April and the weather is cruelest-month-typical, with sun turningabout into rain and squall quicker than my moods.
But some nights in my bed, in my head it’s wetter even than April showers. And wettest of all when my mind of [...]

Many Happy Returns

Dear Gwen
Thank you for the cake with the picture of me on it. That was amazing. Things with pictures of me on are so great.
BJ x
Dear Pan
Thank you for organising my party with Gwen. I love it when people make wonderful things happen for me. And thank you for fucking me up the arse [...]

Playing Dirty

Perfect Thing wanted to eat my shit.
This is a post about humiliation and – at some specific points – a post about putting nasty things in men’s mouths.
But we can’t cut straight to the shit eating. Some of you might be eating your tea. Let’s start with a wider angle on humiliation.
Try this.
Humiliation is fucking [...]

Menswear

Jack had to take his suit to the cleaners to see if they could get duct tape gum off it. Sometimes I am so proud of myself.
I love men in suits.
Sometimes I think I am not so much a heterosexual as a woman with a masculinity fetish. I am greedy-desperate-wanton for shaved heads and muscles [...]

Every Man I Have Ever Pissed on 1994-2007

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 [...]