Yes I’m Flagging: My Hanky Code Zine Is Ready For You
While we’re figuring out how to communicate six feet apart after months of cruising Lex, I figured it’d be a good time to share my zine Yes I’m Flagging: Queer Flagging 101.
While we’re figuring out how to communicate six feet apart after months of cruising Lex, I figured it’d be a good time to share my zine Yes I’m Flagging: Queer Flagging 101.
“Ms. DeLovely, will you please stop by during my office hours?” Your voice stern, but laced with sweet concern. I’m already dripping. Clearly this is a role you were born to play. “Yes, Professor Luna.”
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.
If you use this opportunity to sharpen your communication, your dynamic will be stronger (and hotter) on the other side of a crisis.
I should’ve masturbated in the shower. I need to be pushed against a wall. She smells like the ocean.
Good news: there are no geographic limits to being a kinky slut, and I’m willing to lend you my perverted imagination.
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.
Whether you’re alone or living in a poly pod orgy, you deserve X-rated entertainment. So in honor of the incredible A+ members from way back and our latest fundraiser, we’re launching S L I C K, a weekly erotica series that will bring you sexy stories every week.
Please, help me help you. Push your puzzles aside. It’s time to squirt.
Because charging crystals is for basic witches.
Sleepovers are overrated.
Many Black women are raised to give our apparent struggles the stiff upper lip. We’re taught to be loud, and proud, and bigger than the world sees us. And at the end of all of that effort, in my most private and intimate moments, I wish to lay my burdens down. Ain’t I a bottom?
“I’m worried the relationship is ruined before it even really got started. What should I do? Do I have to break up with her, or is there a way to work through this?”
Every couple fights. But when you’re a witch you have secret powers to make it all better.
“I don’t know how to explain what that did to my guts, unless you know exactly what I mean in which case youknowwhatImean. It was so mind-blowing.”
Resolutions imply giving up something, like sugar (no), or problematic crushes (pry them from my cold dead hands). Goals, on the other hand, are positive can-do mantras, such as “I will start a band this year,” or “I will find my dream femme top.”
What might we be able to do if we more carefully record, preserve, and distribute our accumulated queer sex-ed, and not just pass knowledge through the intimate, sometimes deeply guarded connections formed through sexual and romantic relationships? More than 30 years later, Party Safe and Latex and Lace contain clues to becoming allies to our own queer bodies.
“Release yourself from responsibility. You are not the keeper of your partner’s orgasms. You’re a supporting character. Your partner should play the protagonist in their Great Orgasm Quest.”
Here’s a very thorough how to guide for approaching phone sex, from a chatty Capricorn slut whose greatest (PG-13) talent in life is never shutting up.
Try these positions to add some spice (ooh, is that nutmeg?) to your sex life this December.