Pink

Pink when you’re blushing inside, baby Pink is the truth you can’t hide, maybe Pink like the folds of your brain, crazy Pink as we all go insane I’ve never been a huge fan of the colour pink. Call it internalised misogyny, a fear of being lost in oppressive gender norms or reading as too…

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Of my own accord

I ordered this custom- made latex collar because it was suggested by someone I’m fond of and the idea amused me, but now it’s arrived I can’t imagine ever wearing it in public of my own accord. I love love love humiliation play and namecalling, but it’s quite a statement to wear on your body,…

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Kintsugi

It hasn’t been an easy week. He is recovering from the closing of an enormously stressful chapter in his life; I have been struggling with overwhelming insecurities. Fears about our future, envy of the time he spends with other partners, terror that one day I will show him so many of these nighttime corners that…

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