It used to be easier to be beautiful
It's almost my birthday and I've changed my name
Letters from the Edgelands
What happens when you find yourself between identities, stories and certainties? Letters from the Edgelands, written by a midlife queer dyke. (Some of the older posts are NSFW.)
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Teasing you
Here's the beginning of the live erotica reading with Orlando Silver. Do you want more?
Live Queer Erotica with Orlando Silver & Anna Sansom
A recording from Anna Sansom and Orlando Silver's live video
Let me whisper in your ear...
The surprise journey that’s led to my first live, joint erotica reading (if you like accents, this one's for you)
Want to skip to the good part?
Letter from the Edgelands #2: Exploring the messy middles without a map
A Prude, a Daddy, and a Monster walk into a bar, and the bartender says…
(Content note: smut and confessions)
I think you would worship me
Like a virgin: Letters from the Edge Lands #1
Want to come along for the ride?
Plus news of a beastly book
If there’s something you need to write, please do
(I did)
A dragon between my thighs
And an exciting announcement
When did you stop dancing?
Remembering the body as a site of pleasure
We were partway through when she said, “What do you need now?”
A lesson in asking and receiving
Time flies when you’re recovering from having your uterus removed and figuring out where your libido has gone
It's been a year since my surgery. Here's where my sex life has ended up.
Ever had a vulnerability hangover?
What happens when we bare ourselves on the page?
It’s my birthday! But this post is not about me…
(Okay, it’s a little bit about me, but it’s mostly about Maria Cyndi, and the gift I have for YOU)
Queer or straight, we all have this in common
Do you agree?
A Boy at My Feet
High Femme Mistress and Transboy smut co-written by Orlando Silver and Anna Sansom [NSFW]
What does your sexual self want to say?
Let’s find out…
What if it's just a phase?
Once upon a time, my friends and I would spend hours debating whether we should talk to the latest person we fancied.
What would Lilith do?
If you know, you know... (This post also contains an erotic story.)