I think I got an orgasm from a climbing rope in school. You know, those long ones that would dangle from the ceiling in the school gym? It felt really good, like, REALLY good when I climbed them. I’m not quite sure if it was the way I moved my legs … Continue reading Orgasms, Toys, and Thinking About Boys

I got turned on by a cup of tea this week. I’ve started getting mild pleasure from the feeling I get when I’m drinking a brew and I let my bottom lip drag down with the mug ever so slightly, … Continue reading Let’s Talk About Sex Baby

There were no biscuits in the house yesterday so I decided to give blood to take advantage of the free packets of Custard Creams they give out afterwards. It’s not my first time. I usually donate blood when I want … Continue reading Blood curdling screams & Custard Creams

I was watching an episode of Line of Duty and in it Thandi Newton steals some evidence to hide a murder she has committed. She looks over her shoulder nervously, scanning to make sure no one is in eyesight of … Continue reading The P Word

  I think most of us, women, men, and children alike, are hitting that point in lockdown where dates and time no longer have meaning and we’re waking up each day like Robin Williams after he’s emerged from Jumanji after … Continue reading Loo roll, libation, and self isolation

  The last netball season was the Vietnam War of netball seasons. Rife with injuries; myself included. Netballer after netballer hitting the court in ear-splitting shouts of pain, ricocheting off the sports hall walls. Bodies lead on the ground, while … Continue reading Netball, Knees and a Buggered Achilles

  I watched my Dad putting on ski boots in February. The toil in his whole being made it hard to differentiate between him and Leonardo DiCaprio in The Revenant during his fight with the wild bear. It was very … Continue reading Buckles, Moose and Dads Ski Boots

  A good friend of mine recently had a beautiful baby. I’m not being biased. I’m not someone who believes there’s “no such thing as ugly babies”. I’ve seen them. Her’s isn’t one of them. Anyway, I went to meet … Continue reading Mother’s Day

  Like any holiday or big event, the end of the T.T. brings with it feelings of gloominess, agitation and confusion, wondering ‘what the Hell am I supposed to do now?’ Also known as post T.T. blues. Well, fear not. … Continue reading Leathers, Booze & Post T.T. Blues

  When I think about my undergraduate years, my face often caves in on itself with cringing. Like Kermit the Frog if Jim Henson was having a hand spasm. However, post-grad me does appreciate that time and differences help us … Continue reading And Now For Something Minorly Different