Category: Sinful Sunday



This is not the first time I fucked myself with a cucumber. During degradation play, I was once told to use food items to fuck myself with. And a cucumber seemed like the most...



Only through suffering can we find ourselves. Fjodor Dostoevsky I watched an episode of “Easy” the other day and it made me think. It was about an artist who directly allowed his art to...



You know you turn me on Eyes so white and legs so long But don’t try to talk to me I won’t listen to your lies You’re just an object in my eyes You’re...


Tabula Rasa

Let us then suppose the mind to be, as we say, white paper, void of all characters, without any ideas:—How comes it to be furnished? Whence comes it by that vast store which the...


Like An 80s Song

Singing sweet savages lost in our world This big-eyed girl sees her faces unfurl Now she’s in purple, now she’s the turtle Disintegrating “Christine” – Siouxsie and the Banshees


Winter Trees

Aren’t you cold and won’t you freeze, With branches bare, you winter trees? You’ve thrown away your summer shift, Your autumn gold has come adrift. Dearie me, you winter trees,What strange behaviour, if you...