Has Quinn been caught stripping off? Is he worried that he’s going to be caught by someone else while he’s getting naked outside on his hike? Or is he just proud that he’s getting better at using photography to capture his adventures – both the ones with and without clothes? Check out Quinn’s other writing…Continue Reading “February Photo Fest: Caught”
While Exhibit A was snowbathing the other day, Quinn was being showered in flurries of flakes on a hike through some glorious wintery woodland. Snow showers are very pretty when you’re wrapped up warm, but the cold definitely adds an incentive to not spend too much time with your clothes off. Do you think this nude…Continue Reading “February Photo Fest: Snow showers”
It’s Quinn’s birthday today, but it’s also one year since he came out as trans on his blog. It’s been a year full of adventures in self-exploration and self-love, and while it’s been really hard it’s also been incredible to step into his gender. To celebrate, this morning he took some nudes to celebrate how…Continue Reading “February Photo Fest: Happy birthday to me”
Quinn bought himself roses the other day, so for his second contribution to the February Photo Fest collaboration he got naked and had fun posing with them. Yellow roses are traditionally a symbol of friendship, which is something that is both really hard and really fucking important to extend towards yourself. It’s Valentine’s Day this Sunday…Continue Reading “February Photo Fest: Buy yourself flowers”
Following on from Exhibit A’s spectacular black-and-white homage to the Smutathon logo, Quinn Rhodes is sticking to the black-and-white theme for his contribution to February Photo Fest today. This is his first attempt at doing a Throw Back Thursday image, and he’s sharing another edit of the photo he posted on his own blog in…Continue Reading “February Photo Fest: Still a Slut for Kindness”
Content note for SMUT, and also casual sex in a university setting. And though I can’t recall your face I still got love for you seven, TS It’s not entirely anonymous sex, because she knows who all of them are. She just doesn’t plan to see them again after this week. She needs to get…Continue Reading “Seven”
Right now, I have an itchy vagina. As I type this, my fingers smell of my cunt – and specifically of the crusty gook that was coating them after I’d reached down into my knickers to rub my vulva. I think there’s a correlation between how heavy my period is and how itchy my vagina is as it comes to a close, and while I can’t prove that, I can write (terrible, but it is 1am after all) poetry about my itchy vagina.Continue Reading "Itchy vulvas and vaginal gunk – a ridiculous poem"
I love sucking dick – and love it with a passion that might make me feel like a bad feminist or queer if agency is not very feminist and if dicks could not be very queer. Some memorable blow jobs in the twelve months have involved my partner coming in my mouth, a circumstance that is often a delicious assertion of dominance.Continue Reading "Blow jobs that end with them coming in my mouth"
Reading a casual-fuck-partner’s old texts on a Smutathon wank break (less fun than a Smutathon fuck break, but more practical for a day of writing in the library) left me thinking about his dick. And my desire to one day sit on his dick, despite my vaginismus. But why is that particular sex act so intriguing: penis-in-vagina sex isn’t a big deal, right?Continue Reading "Oops, I think I accidentally made PIV sex into a big deal"
A quick disclaimer: until I sat down to write this post, I had no idea which World Cup was currently in progress, only that my Twitter timeline is currently filled with folks talking about a sporting event. A quick internet search suggested that it’s rugby, but if it’s not clear, I have no interest in…Continue Reading “Rugby world cup: I only care about the fucking”