Labels: not just for clothes

Today’s “think piece” is not revolutionary, but it’s one I have a lot of opinions about. I explain in the post why I felt I wanted to add my own words to this already much-discussed topic, but I’d like to start with a note that I do briefly mention depression and having suicidal thoughts, so if you need to take a pass on this one please do. It also contains a little of my characteristic ridiculousness though.

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My armour is made of pretty skirts

Today has been pretty terrible, and I’ve managed to write neither of the posts for my new ‘personal essays’ category that I’ve been planning. I did write something else, though, because I did remember today how nowadays my clothes feel like my armour, empowering me against the world.

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Edging and SSRIs

When the first March Kink of the Week prompt was revealed, I was excited. Edging is something that has definitely featured in my fantasies, and I anticipated being able to weave some of those thoughts into a piece of erotica. What I hadn’t anticipated was how fast the first weeks of March rushed by – so quickly, in fact, that I’m writing this on the last day of the prompt, on the way to Eroticon!

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Scratching is not a kink I’ve explored, though it is a kink I would like to play with… I think. I’m not sure I’m doing Kink of the Week right, because I’m actually linking kink to mental health, meaning that today I’m going to talk about non-sexy sex-ness. First, however, I’d like to add a content warning for quite explicit description of mental health and self-harm.

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Mirrored self love

It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m celebrating with cake and porn and my Doxy. This particular day is special to me – and not just because I can break out my bee-summoning dance. It’s also one when self-care is extremely important. Today I slept late and wore my favourite knickers and wrote Valentine’s cards to my friends – a personal ‘fuck you’ to a society that tells me I should be in a heterosexual monogamous relationship, not snuggling in bed with my girlfriends.

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