It’s weird, since giving up sex, it’s like it’s all my friends want to talk to me about. As if they think I’ve suddenly gained this weird sense of wisdom because I’m abstaining. When the reality couldn’t be further from that.

a love poem about food or a food poem about love

MY VIBRATOR ARRIVED, IT MAKES A MOCKERY OF ALL THINGS GOOD, HOLY AND… god DAMN. It’s so PRETTY. It’s smooth like a baby dolphin…

I’ve been thinking a lot about control today. Who gets a say in how we express ourselves, especially within our sexuality. How old were you the first time someone said your outfit was inappropriate? I was 11 or 12, the first time I was catcalled, sexualised without even having had my first kiss.

I’ve always been an emotional eater. When I’m happy: a pastry, sad:  a chocolate orange – think it’s the satisfying crack you need to break into it – heartbroken, just a lot of whatever carbohydrate I can get my little paws on.

You know that game you play when you’re trying not to think about something, so you repeat it to yourself, “don’t think about a red elephant, don’t think about a red elephant” and then all you can think about is sex? That’s my brain right now.

I’ve always been someone that’s driven by impulse, so who would I be if I didn’t have that? For 40 days and 40 nights, I’ll take away the wanting. Caffeine, chocolate and sex (yes even masturbating) and I’ll be updating you daily on here.