FTM Fucker Volume 1 Review

[Header Image Description: Kipp Slinger, a pale skinned trans man with tattoos, wearing blue boxer briefs, wrist cuffs, and a chest harness, holding the bars of a cage.]

FTM Fucker Volume 1 is a collection of 5 scenes, all containing transmasculine people. It is 1 hour and 50 minutes in total, and all the scenes are directed by James Darling. Other than the fact that they all contain transmasculine people, there is nothing thematic that ties these scenes together, so I’m addressing them in a series of mini reviews.

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50 Shades of Kink: An Introduction to BDSM by Tristan Taormino Review

[Header Image Description: A bundle of rope, the book 50 Shades of Kink: An Introduction to BDSM, which shows a wrist tied to a pair of red stockinged legs, wearing black pumps, and a brown leather slapper, lying on a wooden floor.]

There are a lot of books I wish I had as a lonely, mentally ill, trans teen. I come across them all the time. Rarely do I come across books that I wish I had as a young adult. Mostly this is because I am still, at 21, a young adult, so there isn’t a lot of knowledge I have now that I didn’t have when I was freshly 18. I know I probably wouldn’t have appreciated it right away, but Tristan Taormino’s 50 Shades of Kink: An Introduction to BDSM probably was exactly the book I needed when I went to Max Black on the night of my 18th birthday. It is a basic primer about BDSM, but isn’t saccharine or patronizing.

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Spanking, Chapter Two: Breakup Bruises

[Header Image Description: My light skinned hand holding my KinkNerdToys Glitter Riding Crop, a small rug beater style impact toy with a glittery rainbow handle. The riding crop is resting on my thigh, which is covered with a pair of red boxers. My thigh tattoo is visible. I am sitting on a light blue floral bedspread.]

‘On Friday I broke up with my partner of almost 3 years. Her feelings towards me are no longer romantic, and I decided that it would be best for me to transition our relationship from partners to best friends. When we were having our discussion about what was happening with our relationship, I was trying hard not to shut down and turn in on myself, like I often do during difficult situations. I needed something to keep me in the moment, and to release some of the emotions I was holding back. It was like a loop playing in my head: I needed to be spanked.

I’m lucky that the physical intimacy I share with my best friend isn’t going to change an awful lot from when we were dating, so I was able to ask for this from her. I don’t feel perfect now, but I think the spanking pushed me some of the way to okay-ness. Dissociating and shutting down wouldn’t have been good for either of us, so I’m glad that I found a somewhat healthy way to deal with my emotions. So why did I turn to spanking in one of the most difficult moments of my adult life?

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Packing Reviews: Mr. Limpy, New York Toy Collective Pierre, Aslan Leather Packing Strap: Jock

[Header Image Description: A bathroom mirror selfie of me, a light skinned aboriginal nonbinary person, wearing black high waisted shorts and a striped blue and green crop top. The bulge from my NYTC Pierre packer is visible.]

Packing falls in and out of favour with me. When I was younger and more masculine, all I wanted to do was to see a bulge in my jeans. I would stuff four socks down my pants every time my parents weren’t home and peacock around the house. Luckily, I didn’t buy a packer when I was 14, because I would have ended up with some 8 inch monstrosity. (With packing, less is more: very few soft penises are 8 inches long, so if you buy a large packer, you’ll end up looking at best a little silly, and at worst like you have a hard on.) Now, I pack on special occasions, and it’s sort of like putting on a bow tie – I enjoy it because it makes me feel confident and fancy, but it doesn’t suit my everyday style or gender. Packers are Fancy Gender, and usually I’m Lazy Gender. Even so, packing is important to me, and it serves a purpose in affirming my gender. I think it’s important to make informed decisions in all things gender and sexuality related, so here a few reviews of my packing gear.

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2017 Run Down

[Header Image Description: My fluffy tan dog lying on a floral doona and blue bedspread, with my 2017 planner, opened to December 31st, and the sky blue L’Amourose Prism V lying on the page.]

2017 has been a tough year for me. I had the worst depressive episode I’ve had in years, my physical health tanked, and I’ve been having a lot of trouble writing. I took a few months’ break from this blog in the middle of the year, but now that I’m back, I want to share a bit of positivity, especially to remind myself why I love blogging in the first place.

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