I have been struggling a lot lately, so I figured today is a great day to write down some things that I wish. Things my mental illness steals from me. I have Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar II Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. To be honest, it is miserable to live in my brain. I don’t recommend it, but here’s a little insight into what goes on in here. 1. I wish I could let shit go, rather than replay it over and over in my brain. Unfortunately, it’s always there. Every time I upset someone. Every time there’s a conflict. Every time I feel badRead More →

Hello lovelies! Today I want to talk about something really important to me.  This something that touches everyone, this reason that I do what I do, my passion in life: Sexual freedom. We live in a world where sexual freedom is not a given. It’s not a given to be at peace in your own body. It’s not a given to be able to love yourself. It’s not a given to be unashamed of who you are on the basis of your identities. This. Touches. Everyone. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it before, but ever since I was a kid I knew IRead More →

Friskyfairy.com has been my go to for writing about my feelings, and that’s not going to stop anytime soon. It’s funny though, when writing posts, I find the writing to be cathartic. With this post I’m more concerned about the fallout in my circles. Still, thank you, my loving readers, for giving me a safe space to vomit my feelings without judgement or shame. I promise we’ll return to happy fun times soon! My most recent breakup has hit me harder than most. I’m not quite sure why. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m the most single I’ve been since I was 17. Maybe it’s theRead More →

For a long time, people have joked that I’m a succubus. After all, when I have sex, when I get off, the world stops for me. I connect to the universe in a way that fills me with power. Power that rolls up my arms and into my soul. It’s the power that crackles between two people before their lips touch. It’s the desperate need and want of the first thrust. It’s the power that leaves me feeling energized and my partners feeling exhausted. That’s why we say that I’m a succubus. I use that power to charge my charisma, and that’s what draws inRead More →

I’ve been non-monogamous since I was 16. My 26th birthday was in July, which means I’ve been non-monogamous for a decade. That’s freaking intense. a decade of non-monogamy has taught me some very important lessons. I could talk all day about the big lessons that everyone learns, but I would like to focus on some of the more personal ones. It’s gonna get really personal in here. For the purposes of these posts, I will switch between Poly, Polyamor(y/ous), and Non-Mon(ogamy). Don’t worry, I’ll include this note in all the posts. Check out Part 1 Here. It is believed that 85% of relationships end in a breakup. ThoseRead More →

So… I cleaned my room. This may not seem like much to you, but after spending so much time in a fog dealing with my mental health, getting my room really clean was, frankly, magical. I love using Unfuck Your Habitat to clean my space up. It’s been really, really helpful. The downside is that upon cleaning my room, I realized how many toys and things I have left to review! That means so many good things for you my lovelies, because you get to catch up on all the newest, sexiest products. *purrs* So let’s start off with probably one of the products I was SORead More →

I’ve been non-monogamous since I was 16. Sure, I’d tried monogamy with boyfriends, but I almost always caused them terrible pain. In fact, for a long time, I told partners that they shouldn’t date me because I would end up hurting them. I usually wasn’t wrong. If someone who dated me is reading this now, I want you to know that I’m terribly sorry for any hurt I caused you as I was trying to find myself. My 26th birthday was in July, which means I’ve been non-monogamous for a decade. That’s freaking intense. That being said, a decade of non-monogamy has taught me some veryRead More →

People have told me my language is “inappropriate”, I’ve tried to tone that down here. So please, let go of the pearls you’re clutching. I am a slut. I have taken to reclaiming the word as a badge of honor rather than as an insult. I identify as a “Megasexual“. This meaning of this word was coined by myself and Dr. Liz Powell at our Panel “Actually, it *is* About the Sex” during Atlanta Poly Weekend 2015. We defined a Megasexual as: Megasexuals are characterized as person who lacks emotional connection toward any person or persons unless they first form a strong sexual connection with someone. TheRead More →

Hellooooooo my loves. I hope you’ve been well. I had a great time over my birthday, and I even had a birthday party that turned into an “adult swim” after the kids had gone to bed. I’ve had a few doctors appointments after that (remind me to write a post about the Mirena), which is why I’ve been so silent. All in all, 26 is shaping up to be a damn fine year. Which brings us to the less lovely part of my post. Unfortunately, the past few months I’ve been hiding something from you all. Part of this is the fact that despite posting andRead More →

I hate Franklin Veaux. Now, now I know that people are going to bristle at that, but bear with me here. The co-author of More Than Two: A practical guide to ethical polyamory, a book I absolutely adored, (and highly recommend to those who are new to poly) is a jerk. You are asking me why, I can hear you shiver with antici- I hate Franklin Veaux because he made me cry. Not just cry, he made me weep. When Jon and I first started dating, I told him pretty explicitly that I wasn’t very good at monogamy. I told him all the things that could happen. AllRead More →