Chicks before dicks. Sisters before misters. Breasticles before testicles. Whichever one you choose the message is the clear — one doesn’t ditch their mates in order to get their pussy wet. If you have read my tales you may have noticed that during festivals, or life in general, I don’t exactly follow this ethic. When… Continue reading BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Before setting out on this journey I was in a state of doing, a state of achieving: complete two years of career work so you look stable on your resume, save up enough money to go away, and try to find a man to nourish your sexual and emotional desires while working. I’d discuss my… Continue reading Wings
So I’m a Gemini. For those who know anything about astrology it’s commonly known as ‘the twin’ — the dualistic persona. When it comes to sex, my louder persona — The Prowler, loves the freedom and empowerment of a one night stand. For years I’ve loved going to events, prowling a crowd, picking my mark… Continue reading The Lover and The Prowler
Have you ever seen a person at a festival or a party that has gone completely over the edge? Someone spiraling so far off the road to reality, they’re like a human car crash; you’re afraid to look at them but you cannot look away. I witnessed this at Strawberry Fields Festival. Paramedics were chasing… Continue reading It’s Burn Time Baby, Prepare for the Madness
I often quote my favourite Tame Impala lyric by the wonderful Kevin Parker - ‘The only one really judging you is yourself.’ In this tale I go on a journey that some of you will connect deeply with, and some not at all... Saturday fever is upon us again - this time the theme is… Continue reading Sperm and Quirky Eggs