Blow Job Assistants! Reluctant (But Proud) Porn Stars! Getting Off Together And Alone With COVID!
Dear sweet humans—
Another strange day here in Californian paradise. The birds lilt their song on jasmine-laden winds—so sweet it nearly pricks your nose—the sun-dappled branches undulate, blossom and leave-piled like so many green squid arms.
And the warmth of my front porch as I turn my wan and freckled face to the sky! It makes my upper lip shine with salt and sweat, my head lolling, heavy.
But beneath these impossibly bucolic-feeling days lies a sinister feeling. Like a storybook witch whose confection contains a potent poison.
And so I find myself turning inward and inward again to read and write. To think and sew. To stretch and tell stories.
This week — dare I say as always!—we have a host of sexy, brilliant tales (and even some advice) to keep your mind and your loins limber.
Ever and always,
Katie (+July)
Pulp It Like It’s Hot: The Blow Job Assistant, by Benjamin Davis
The Quickshot is portable, pleasurable, discreet, and only looks a little like a robot anus.
50, And A Reluctant Porn Star, by Elane Johnson
My mother would have been so proud. Really.
“If We Can Imagine It, We Can Enact It”: Q&A On New Dystopian Novel, The Sin Eater, by Katie Tandy
With every science fiction book I read — and this sensation continues today — it felt like I’d carved a new facet in my being and I was able to glimpse myself and the world I occupied from a new angle of refracting light.
“Sin Eater” by Megan Campisi is one of these prismatic books.
10 Sexy Ways To Get Off During Quarantine, by R.T.Collins
#5. Delve into the beautiful world of erotic art on Instagram
The hashtag #eroticart brings up a wealth of tasteful and titillating art, a great way to discover new creators and rediscover the sublime beauty of the human form — check out @Regards_Coupables and @kliuwong for starters
Watching “Boys Don’t Cry” As A Queer Indian Tween, by Ajay Aravind
It didn’t matter to me that he was brutally violated and shot in the head. I just wanted to be accepted like he was. By friends, by a lover.
Not A Period, Just An Em Dash: How My Menstrual Cycle’s Return Made Me Feel Complete, by Lois Armas
For the first time, I felt I had just lost a connection with my body, a bond of which I was not aware before, an attachment between my menstrual cycle and my whole self.
Sex Is Why White People Come To Senegal, by Eve Bigaj
