Guitar strings create calloused fingers - On Queer Street
As I fell in love with the music of a butch lesbian over the weekend, I feel a little guilty about making this piece about lusting over a straight cis guy. Right now, though, I’m on my period and feeling really awful, my fantasies are all about being held while I cry in foetal position… and as that isn’t going to happen, I’m going to write about sex that is spontaneous and fun. I watch his fingers while he’s on stage. Though in truth it’s not a stage so much as a corner of the pub, and I don’t watch his fingers so much as droolRead More →