My Feelings About Weight Loss Surgery and Anti-Fat Bias

Before I write this post, I need to stress, in case someone sees this as a personal attack, that this is about me, my feelings, my values and my decisions. It has nothing to do with the decisions anyone else makes or wants to make. Right, now that we have got this disclaimer out of the way, here goes.

I just found out that one of my best friends is seriously looking at having weight loss surgery next year. I found this out at the beginning of a long stretch of quality time I was about to have with her and another friend who had said surgery in 2017. My first reaction was total devastation. I also needed to show her support and solidarity as a best friend.

Imagine, I was looking forward to a fun time with friends with yummy food and drink and lots of party music. What I ended up having was the both of them talking about weight, weight loss, hospitals, “bad” food, limitations, what is forbidden and what isn’t, etc. All of the classic anti-fat propaganda that exists, all of what the diet industry stands for, it came out of their mouths. I felt so sad, deflated, that she was buying into this huge pile of bias and fat hate, even towards herself, and I am watching it and there is not a thing I can do about it. Her mother is all for it and even my mother, who had the operation, is all for it, even hinting that if I had the surgery, she would support me. I am not one to overdramatise but it felt to me like I was seeing something bad about to happen and my hands were tied and I am going to have to watch it happen and I can’t stop it and people would be very upset if I tried.

I have experienced less pain and hatred about my size than a lot of people but I have dealt with it and seen that it is not just antipathy, it is downright hate. Yes, that is a strong word, but some situations call for strong words. I don’t see as much of a depth of feeling towards addicts or criminals as I see towards fat people and it isn’t just the media. It’s doctors, family, yes, it’s media and the industry as well but mostly it’s the person on the street. Fat is seen as hateful, weak, undisciplined, unsexy. This has got to stop right the hell now!!

Yes there are fat people with heart disease and high blood pressure and diabetes, all of that. There are also thin people with these illnesses. If a person puts on weight, it is seen as bad by default. If they lose weight, they are congratulated whether or not they wanted to lose that weight.

People off the street will lecture fat people about their food choices because they feel it is their right. None of this is acceptable!! Dehumanising fat people is not the right thing to do. There is no logic in this, no rhyme or reason. People are being told that the way they are is not healthy despite having test results saying otherwise. This happened to me. I had a cousin who insisted that the doctor check me out for all the things and when the only thing where there was anything out of the ordinary was my weight, she insisted that he sit and lecture me because of it. He flat out said to her that with everything else being OK, my weight wasn’t as much of an issue as she made it out to be and I could have hugged him but not every doctor will be that way.

I am relatively resilient. I will come out with a joke or I will be as kind to people as possible. I’ve learnt the art of self-deprecation. I have a healthy sense of what is good and evil and my self-esteem is managable. Many fat people are not as lucky. One comment will send them into a downward spiral. There is so much hate from the outside and that’s nothing compared to what’s on the inside. To me, this is the strong taking advantage of the weak and it is one of the few things that will make me get very angry.

I am insensed by the idea that if someone is upset by this treatment, if there are tears or shutdowns or silences, that people feel those they are treating this way deserve to be punished and to feel this way. No, this isn’t stubbornness. It’s a reaction to abuse from those they love and who they have been told love them.

I will not subscribe to people being mutilated in the name of thinness. I will not subscribe to people being abused and told it is for their own good in the name of society’s beauty standards. I will not subscribe to gaslighting on the part of people who have signed the hypocratic oath which means they are duty-bound to do no harm.

This is why I will not have this surgery. It’s why I am sad when others do, because it is buying into a culture that is telling us that the way we are is hateful and those who are not like us have the right to dehumanise us. No, I am opting out!!!

First Experiences with the Hook Up Thing

I’ve been on OKC for a number of years now but I hadn’t done much about it for a long time. I started up again recently and I unexpectedly found myself in a position to have a play date with someone on Christmas Eve. How’s that for a present? Well, that, I can tell you.

The idea of just playing with someone I hadn’t even met before made me feel very nervous, I can tell you. I mean, I had had relationships where we met online and then met in person but that’s different. You get to know each other a bit. This wasn’t like that.

We did talk on the phone and I used that conversation to do a lot of negotiating of what was allowed and what wasn’t. I wanted to find out what worked for him and let him know what worked for me. He was all for letting it happen in the moment but not me. I said that’s all good until it isn’t. We discussed what practices we liked and didn’t, what words were OK, how far it was going to go, I think I took a lot of control of the situation and that was healthy. I told him I would be bringing toys and lube and condoms with me. He was totally OK with that. I even told him that I have an IUD and that it’s hormonal just in case the condom were to break. I think my sex geekery was a bit overwhelming for him but I wanted to make sure we were both safe.

I was really worried. Like I didn’t know him. What if something had happened? What if he had been a bad person? I told people where I was going and there was a friend I arranged to text in code when I knew everything was OK. It was risky in the extreme but I didn’t have a bad feeling, though I thought of cancelling on multiple occasions and this is coming from me who prides myself on being very reliable.

Turns out he was lovely, he wasn’t a bad person. We even both had a similar affinity for chickens, though he was impressed that I could make myself sound exactly like his chooks do. I was even allowed to pat one of them and stroke the soft feathers under her wings. I was so softed out, moreso than I was excited at the prospect of having playtime with him.

I did find out that he works with my Mum. I hope it won’t be awkward for him. I made sure not to tell what did or didn’t happen both to her and here for that reason.

What I will say is that these kinds of things are often less daunting than the media makes out. Be careful and as safe as you can be. Maybe the next time, I will be able to tell a lot more than I have with this specific situation. All I will say is that the sapio bit of sapiosexual is very big with me, like it’s a key which unlocks everything. If I don’t have the right key, it could be disastrous and I want to make sure I have the right key and not almost the right key or perhaps a good enough key because it really doesn’t work if I do that.

we had a yummy salad dinner and I don’t regret having been reliable.

Some easy gifting lifehacks for the holidays

I know this is usually supposed to be a sex blog and a lot of people would expect that my gift ideas would be all about sex toys but at this time, when I have been seeing people become homeless and experiencing money shortages and not knowing what to do, I have a couple of recipes and hacks that may help to make the season easier, especially when we are dealing with our vanilla friends.

There is a sex tip. It’s one others have used but seriously, coconut oil is a nice lube. You can get it raw or refined. Just don’t use it in conjunction with latex. It’s cheap and can be used for so many things, your vanilla friends won’t bat an eye.

OK, so you have that bag of choc melts and some whipping cream and cocoa powder in the house and you have to make presents for people. Here’s what you do.
Ganache Truffles
(makes about 36)

200 ml fresh cream
200 G cooking chocolate
A splash of flavouring or edible essential oils if you have them. I used peppermint
Enough cocoa powder for mixing and rolling later on about a cup all up

Heat cream on middle heat and then add chocolate and flavouring. Stay with the pot and stir until everything is melted together.
Take off the heat and refridgerate until cold.
Add enough cocoa powder to make the cold mixture a dough and shape into little balls.
Roll in cocoa powder and put into little paper bags for gifting.

Lavender shortbread
(makes about a slice tin full)

2 cups plain flour
1 cup sugar
125 G butter
a splash of vanilla essence
1 or 2 drops of edible lavender essential oil


Preheat oven to 180 degrees C.
Mix all ingredients with your hands until you form a dough. You may need a bit more butter or vanilla to make it stick.
Put the dough into a square slice tin and pack it right down so it isn’t crumbly. I use silicone baking forms because you don’t have to grease them.
Put in the oven and cook for 30 minutes.
Take out and let it cool. Then cut into little squares. Put about 6 into a small paper bag and start gifting!!

I hope this has been helpful, if somewhat unusual for this blog. Please look after yourselves and stay safe during this holiday season.

Ethics, humanity and fallibility

I often stress ethics when talking about everything from non-monogamy to relationships in general. I live my life as an ethical non-monogamist. I try to keep my word as much as humanly possible but there’s the rub. The word is human. I’ve been dealing with a few things like that lately and I also feel I have made myself look a bit too perfect on here so here goes.

My blog posts have been creeping around to later in the week and I promised Thursdays. I am hoping this post will keep me accountable and have me stick to Thursdays from now on. I find if I write things like that down where people can see, it makes me do the right thing more easily.

Other things are harder. I have a friend and he and I have had chemistry for so long now I lose count of how long ago it started. Anyway, we found ourselves in a pretty unmistakable situation the other day, one which by rights should not have been allowed to happen. I had to talk to him about it the day afterwards because yes, he has someone who is having some difficulties. I feel that it was a chemistry thing but it is no excuse for how I behaved. I need to put this out there so that others, when they have situations like this where they don’t live up to their own standards for whatever reason, can see that they aren’t alone. I said to my friend that once was human fallibility but twice was knowingly helping someone to cheat and I really didn’t want that, despite what happened. He wasn’t happy but we both took ourlumps and have resolved that he will talk to his significant other and we will be mindful of the pitfalls of our chemistry in the future. I would rather have her permission and consent if I ever get the chance to enjoy my chemistry with him. Hell, I’d even play with her again. It has happened in the past.

So yes, even I slip up. Even I am not always mindful of what could happen and I find myself in situations that are not optimal and I own that. It doesn’t happen as often as it used to and it has been years but it’s possible with me and when it happens, I do what I can to control the damage while owning my part in whatever it is that happens. I am purposefully not going to say what happened and what didn’t. Firstly, it doesn’t matter and secondly, letting people imagine all the things is part of being discrete and part of what I have to do to atone for this.

It’s hard to write about these things. It’s hard to show that I do things that are not necessarily right. I may get some fall-out about it from people who have seen me preach about ethics but you know what? I’ll take that because it’s the right thing to do. I won’t write this to try to look good. I don’t look good righht now. I’m writing it all down because maybe, just maybe my vulnerability could help someone else in a worse place than I am right now.

Blogger Feels

I was talking to a fellow blogger earlier today who congratulated me on being in the top 100 sex bloggers from Molly’s Daily Kiss last week. She talked to me like I was a bit of a celebrity as in our little community, it looks like it’s getting that way, at least, where blind bloggers are concerned. There aren’t many who tackle sex and kink, though there are a couple apart from me.

A lot of things went through my mind when I saw this. I’m going to try to put them on paper because though I am not upset, it made me think and have lots of feels that need to be addressed.

My first thought was that I am not sure how good an ambassador I am and will be. I live a life like most others with a smattering of difference thrown in. I love unusually, abundantly, with my whole being but multiamorously as a matter of course. I love kink but I have friends who see me as more vanilla than kinky because my kinks are words-based. I don’t drink, smoke, take drugs unless it’s medicine, I dress very conservatively. So many things that don’t compute to many people when they think of a sex blogger.

But then I think to myself that I am me. If I happen to be an ambassador, then so be it. Maybe there are others who feel exactly like I do, who think they are alone because they are into the same things I am into. Maybe I can help them. Maybe I can show them someone else has been through these struggles.

I didn’t start my blog to make money, though that would be nice. I started it as a labour of love. I wanted to take the opportunity to use my passion for all things sexual and kinky to help others, to educate, to create an altar of sorts to those I love on a general level.

Maybe there will be a person, couple, polycule out there who thinks I am the right fit for them. Maybe I will have my version of Kate’s Super Sleepy kinky hypnotist but more suited to me and my specific kinks. Maybe he will have a wife who is also in infosec and I get to love them both. Maybe my next Daddy will be a non-binary person who writes music to make me cry and who is into tech. I don’t know. Maybe the whole polyamorous group of us will start a band and make everyone cry with our music but also make them think. I don’t know but it all sounds nice for later on.

Right now, I am going to just keep writing when I have the ideas, help where I can, love those who let me love them, and hope that’s enough even when I have my moments of self-doubt.

I am in the top 100 sex blogs of 2018!!!

I had nothing to post this week when Thursday came around and I felt pretty bad about it. I like to be consistent and make sure that people get a post every week from me. So when I had nothing to write, I was really bummed.

Then I happen to look at the list of the top 100 sex bloggers of 2018 that came out today run by Molly from @mollysdailykiss and I found my name on that list!!! Yes, I am number 91, not quite up at the top with all of the famous names but I am on there and I never expected it.

When I found out about this, I was overwhelmed and really excited at the same time. I could hardly write my thoughts down in a tweet on my phone but now that this is a blog post, I can actually get my thoughts into words.

It’s been a pretty up and down year for me. Getting into the blogging stuff after my big hiatus while on my last trip to Perth, then finding out I received my scholarship to Woodhull, making that trip, meeting all the people, realising that yes, I am making the move back to Australia from the other side of the world and yes, that includes leaving my life and my husband, then learning that I will in fact be speaking at Eroticon UK next year.

All of these things have made it such a big year. Then I get this wonderful piece of news and though it may not be huge to some people, it’s gargantuan for me. It makes me feel like what I do isn’t for just a few people, that many will see it and hopefully receive help from my words.

I would like to thank Molly for doing the rankings but I would also like to thank those who nominated me, making it possible for me to be where I am now. Everyone’s been so wonderful to me, especially as I haven’t been as interactive since my move as I was beforehand.

I’m still here, still going strong, and looking forward to another year of reviews, essays I enjoy, not the crappy school ones, and travelling to all the different places to meet people and hopefully make a difference while there.

Giving Thanks from Outside America

As just about everyone knows, it’s Thanksgiving in the states as I write this. Well, Pacific and Mountain time still need to get there but it’s just a technicality.
It’s about time that I gave some thanks for the amazingness which has happened since I started writing this blog just over a year ago.

I am so super thankful to @sugarcunt from the Sugarcunt Writes blog for putting the idea into my mind to start a sex blog. It wasn’t something I had ever thought of doing and I had nothing but a person willing to host and a basic install of WordPress. I just started writing and then so much started to happen.

I am also very grateful to have been able to attend the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit in Washington DC in August this year. It was my first trip to the states and I had a wonderful time meeting all of the people and promising to meet those I didn’t get to see this year.

Blogging has also helped me to process my thoughts about everything from my big feelings about crushes to the dissolution of my marriage and a horrible situation from earlier in the year. Writing things down makes it easier to order the happenings and processes in my mind.

Toys!! Did I mention free toys from super well-known companies when on a fixed income? Yeah, there is that too. The amount of stuff I have received and the size of my toybox have increased over the year and a bit I have been a presence here.

I couldn’t write this post though without mentioning the other bloggers who have been super helpful as well as the tips I have received from educators. I am happy to have learnt so many new things and some of them were way out of left field like the experience of PIV not being everything or how sex and kink are not always one and the same.

I can keep going, I could elaborate or wax lyrical for a few more pages but really, this is a gratitude post. The US people want to get back to preparing their turkey dinners and ham glazes.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving and that there is as much for them to be grateful for as there is for me. My cup runneth over today.

A Review of the Exposed Nocturnal Bullet by Blush Novelties

I was lucky enough to be given some toys to review when I went to Woodhull earlier this year and one of those was the Exposed Nocturnal Bullet by Blush Novelties.

When you hold it in your hand, it feels like someone took a We-Vibe Tango, upsized it by about a 3rd in all dimensions and added a second button on the bottom for going backwards through the patterns. It also has less of a glossy finish than the Tango.

This little device sure can pack a punch though!! With the size comes some extra power and rumble. This is really good if you want to rock your body but the down side is of course that the hand and fingers can become numb like with the other more powerful bullet vibes the more you use it in one session.

I like to use mine coupled with a dildo for insertion, preferably something that will stay where it’s put and let me squeeze. Lube isn’t an option here, it’s compulsory. I have my trusted pot of The Butters that I also got from Woodhull on my nightstand for easy access. Without that, things start to hurt very quickly.

Another thing I really like about the Exposed Nocturnal Bullet is the price. Provided you are in the US, it will be less expensive than the Tango and does do a great job at providing those wonderful build-up types of orgasms that I love.

You can buy the Exposed Nocturnal Bullet at SheVibe Pleasure Boutique and
Peep Show Toys.

Thanks very much to Blush Novelties for gifting me this toy to review. Affiliate links have been used in this post but my opinion is all my own.

A Review of In The Next Room or The Vibrator Play by Sarah Ruhl

On Saturday the 2nd of November, I was fortunate enough to be able to experience the award-nominated play by Sarah Ruhl, either called In The Next Room or The Vibrator Play. I was also lucky enough that the showing was audio described, though the play would have worked well enough without AD.

It is the 1880s. Electricity has just been brought into richer houses. Dr. Givings is studying early psychology practices and has invented a wonderful new machine which he uses to treat women for Hysteria. This machine is an electrical vibrator and the treatment he proscribes is orgasms or “paroxisms” and lots of them.

Though he is observant, he fails to see that his wife Catherine, who has just had a new baby and is running out of milk, is feeling neglected and unloved. One of his patients has a housekeeper, a woman of colour, who recently lost a baby so she is then employed as a wetnurse and the situation develops from there.

Catherine gets lonely and with the help of the other patients as well as the midwife and the housekeeper, not only does she learn about what her husband is doing in the next room, but she learns a lot about love, how the body works, how to take back her powere as a woman and a myriad of other things about herself and others.

Because our group was composed of blind and vision impaired people, we had a tactile tour before the play. We were allowed to feel the whole set including the vibrator and the multiple heads being used. I think that Funkit Kenton would have had a field day. The set designer was very clever. The costumes and the furniture were all very ornate, as would have been seen in the house of a well-to-do doctor in the 1880s. The audio description was done very thoroughly as always and even with this kind of play, they were not squeamish.

The play not only dealt with subjects such as empowering women and sexuality in general, also, the lack thereof and even some issues surrounding race and gender as one patient was a man who suffered from hysteria, a very rare case, and there was a way to “cure” him as well. Two parts stood out vividly to me. One where Leo, a painter, is saying that his friend was so aghast seeing his wife for the first time after marriage because no one had told him women had body hair. He had only seen them in statues. The other was when the wet-nurse told the women that the feelings they were getting were like the ones she had when having relations with her husband and one of the other women said, after they had all sounded aghast at this, that her husband was so considerate, he told her to close her eyes so the pain would go away more quickly. Such barbaric times and there are still people who deal with this on a daily basis in 2018.

I would thoroughly recommend the play to anyone interested in history, the evolution of sexuality and sexual education. There were many comedic elements but among those, so many little scenes that were designed to make you think. I think the play is deserving of the prizes for which it was nominated.

My Experiences with Fidelity


This post contains references to non-consentual sexual conduct. If this is a problem, feel free to skip it.

When I was little, I was fed the usual propaganda about what fidelity was. Apparently, you prove your loyalty and love by only having sexual relations with me and no one else. Whatever else you do, however else you treat me, if you do that, it means you’re faithful and loyal to me.

Fast forward to getting married to someone who was very much able to fit this bill. He only did sex things with me and no one else. He would be seen by a huge number of people as being faithful and loyal.

What he didn’t do was to stick up for me with a family who did everything they possibly could to break everything. Everything from steal his money so that I got blamed at first to making sexual overtures towards me to trying to cover up said overtures. When I asked him if he would stay if those sexual overtures had caused a baby, he said he didn’t know. When those overtures happened, I was the one questioned, confronted, all of this, not the family. he even as recently as last year tried to tell me I should see it from his side because he was getting it from both me and his family. I told him that if there had been offspring from the overtures, I would have got it from all sides, not him. I was out of empathy and still am.

Apparently, none of that matters if you prove your love by only doing sex things with the one person. Apparently, that makes it alright.

When I wanted to explore my fantasies, I was told that wouldn’t happen with him, that he felt threatened. So I went to someone else after telling him I would. Apparently, that’s classed as cheating. I also told him after the event what had happened. His response was to push me away because it hurt him. This is when we agreed to take sex out of our marriage.

I have since come out as polyamorous, which should have happened before I got married,when I think about it now, as it is how I have always been. I am so much happier knowing I can love those I choose, that I don’t have to choose at all, that I can love 20 people if I want to and it doesn’t mean I love any one of them less.

Yes, I go to bed with different people, both physically and virtually. I also maintain that I am faithful to every last one of them. I would stick up for them all with my family, have done so when needed.

If I am in a relationship, the partners in question get a check-in every day, get to know with whom I have played both physically and online, are put as partners into my contacts with emergency bypass priveleges, will get my time before non-partners do except when it’s my family. My savings go to funds for visiting them if they are that far away. If they need me, they have me and they have my fidelity.

I have sexy playtime with more than one person all of the time and this does not make me disloyal and it does not make me show a lack of fidelity. The sooner the world understands this, the better things will be.