Results for: no fucks to give

  • a double-image graphic that's cut in half with a red filter over it, so everything is bathed in a red light. on the left side, in negative, the top half of a brown, scorpio femme (the author!) poses in a leopard print slip. she's wearing hoop earrings, has a slightly parted mouth, round glasses frames and has loosely curled hair down to their shoulders. the other side of the image is in positive and shows a mirror image with more detail on the author's face.

    14 Knuckles: Always A Fistee, Never A Fister

    September 30, 2020

    My acceptance of my own pain allows me to have the kind of sex that is rooted in the specificity of my body. I don’t love the idea that I’ll never fist, but I do love the idea that every act of sex I engage with is collaborative. Queerness reminds me that there is no standard way to fuck or live.

  • a double photo of a long-haired femme from behind, showing off her buttcheeks in a thong-backed body suit and the sides of her cheeks

    14 Knuckles: Can Two Switches Have Sex?

    July 30, 2020

    Can two switches have sex? I think so, and I think there is something beautifully different about having sex with someone with whom sexual options are truly abundant.

  • juicy mango patterns on a background of dewy mango skin, surrounded by a collage of liquified mango shapes

    Anatomy Of A Mango: Skin

    July 21, 2020

    There is a different level of intimacy and affirmation that I have found when having sex with other fat people. Thin people approach the fat body like a series of insecurities. They see the swell of a stomach or rolls of fat on the back and assume that you hate those parts of your body. When another fat person touches me, it is to be made whole.

  • 14 Knuckles: The Bad Domme

    April 27, 2020

    The thing is: sometimes I like feeling disposable, like I’m just a bunch of holes that someone else is using for their pleasure. I know I’m fucking powerful, so sometimes I like to release control, let someone else do the work and have the power. That only works, though, when my boundaries are respected.

  • collage image of orange marigold flowers carpeting the space between two thighs, smaller flowers scattered up on the thighs. a dewy green mango leaf in the background.

    Anatomy Of A Mango: Seed

    September 2, 2020

    Because of the positive affirmation I received during sex, I began to believe it was all I was good for. When people wanted me, I assumed it was my job to provide joy for other people. I gave myself to a lot of people in that way. I had to remember that I had a right to pleasure as well.

  • close-up of dewy bright orange mango flesh fills the whole window

    Anatomy of a Mango: Flesh

    August 5, 2020

    It seems contradictory to say I learned how to view my body as my own by sharing it with strangers and friends, but it is a truth that I revel in. What I love and learn about these encounters are the parameters of my body, its strengths, and boundaries, what pleases it.

  • 14 Knuckles: How Many Knuckles in a Fist

    May 27, 2020

    When I teach Rachel how to tie me up and fist me, when I ask her to tell me what to do, when I teach her exactly how I want to submit, I give her permission to go on a journey with me and dive into an expanding world of pleasure.

  • Why I’m Unapologetic About My Sensuality as a Black Trans Woman

    January 16, 2017

    “For me, as a Black Trans Woman, to find her body not only as something worthy and magnificent (as it is), but to find someone to share that magick with, may very well be one of the only moments she has to enjoy a trying and very taxing life — one that’s always trying to kill her.”