A sonnet to my sex blog - On Queer Street
Today I’m going to talk about what is possibly the most important relationship in my life right now. That is, I’m going to write a sonnet* to my sex blog, because fucking hell, I love it. In fact, it probably deserves a much more impressive poem than this one, which scribbled on the back of a tube map earlier this evening. I wanted to write a funny story or find something profound to say instead I’m running out of time if I want to publish a blog post today. It’s Valentine’s day, so I could talk about how I prefer piss to roses or IRead More →