Yesterday I was showing my youngest son some old photographs. Nothing particularly remarkable. Holidays. Friends. Faces I’d not seen in years. Some of those people aren’t here anymore. Some just aren’t in my life anymore. Funny how one photograph can…
One of the funniest things about kink is how convinced people are that they’ve understood an entire category of human beings after learning one word. Take cuckolds. Mention the word online and suddenly everyone becomes an expert. The internet tends…
One of the strangest things about my life is that sex work was really never my idea. Or at least, not at first. Long before Miss Keely. Long before websites, subscribers, collabs, and all the strange places I’ve found myself…
Kink isn’t the most interesting thing about me. Which is slightly awkward, considering how much of my life has revolved around it. For a long time, kink was one of the first things people learned about me. Sometimes before they…
I’ve been called a lot of things over the years. Some flattering. Some creative. Some probably deserved. But one description has followed me around more consistently than most. Too much. Too loud. Too opinionated. Too emotional. Too hairy. Too sexual.…
The older I get, the less life feels like a ladder and the more it feels like tending a slightly chaotic garden. Some bits are thriving. Some bits have completely been ignored. Something is definitely digging holes where holes don’t…
Long Live the Bush. I’ve said what I said. Somewhere along the way, we collectively decided that women should resemble a freshly peeled dolphin from the eyebrows down. I have missed that memo. Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve removed…
Do I introduce myself? Do I pretend I have a content plan of attack? Do I offer deep wisdom gathered from years of experience? Because if we’re being truly honest, most days I’m just trying to remember where I put…