Here’s how a 23 year old polyam queer femme living in Long Beach, CA, in a long-term relationship does poly.
Is that insecurity in my pocket or have you just not sexted me back yet?
“I try and proudly practice calling my body home, to truly inhabit my body, to feel what it feels like to live inside these muscles that bend and curl, and to feel proud of it, and no longer ashamed. This is queer crip pride.”
“Something about our conversations just makes me want to take off my underwear. And by ‘something’ I mean ‘everything.'”
How a single 31-year old pansexual non-monogamous Black woman living in Los Angeles is starting to explore poly.
no this look on my face is “excitement”
look how excited I am
also turned on
also our therapist says Tuesday morning is still good
“I like my fucking deliciously stressful, especially after a good spanking, and in the hands of a capable partner the business end of the Bück can provide.”
I feel lighter than I’ve been in a year. I feel ecstatic with the possibilities. I feel giddy, like I’m falling in love.
“I have a relationship to myself first. If that relationship isn’t solid and healthy I’m not good with anyone.”
I get it now. Hot toppy girls will like me just as I am or they won’t get to like me at all. I am good enough.
With every nude I take and share, I see my sexiness, my erotic power, with my own eyes. Sexy self-portraiture has allowed me to envision and realize myself as a sexual being.
“One way we can change the narratives around our sexuality and our erotic bodies is by taking up space as sexual beings and celebrating other women and femmes doing the same.” This zine is on it.
Before any of my other sexuality identities, I was kinky.
My dad’s motorcycle magazines weren’t inherently pornographic; they were mostly actually about motorcycles. But beautiful, scantily clad women were pictured posing on them. And those women became an obsession.
How a 23-year-old bisexual polyamorous nonbinary femme xicanx in two very loving relationships does poly.
I’m queer, and I’m kinky. But being kinky doesn’t make me queer. Kink is not a sexual orientation.
It’s not that I don’t want to submit, it’s that submitting is so different from how I have to conduct my life that it takes effort to turn off that HBIC part of me so that I can relish letting go.
“Deformed spine”? Yikes.
When Venus goes retrograde, all our past decisions are up for review. If you’re generally aligned with yourself and your desires, this doesn’t have to be a hard time. But if there’s something you’re trying not to face, expect some revelations.
Take a look at these five new super queer-friendly dating apps and download the one that most floats your boat.