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[Guest Post] Redefining Kink Without Sex: Lessons in Non-Sexual BDSM from the Ace Spectrum by Void

Published on by Amy

I’ve published guest content on all kinds of experiences over the years here on C&K. We’ve talk about topics like medication-induced libido struggles and navigating complex mental health conditions to exploring sexuality or having a first-time one night stand later in life. One thing I’ve got shamefully little content on, though? Asexual experiences. That’s why I jumped on this pitch from Void (any pronouns) all about the necessity of including non-sexual BDSM and kink in our parties, play spaces, and sex positive communities. I’ll hand straight over to them!

Amy x

Redefining Kink Without Sex: Lessons in Non-Sexual BDSM from the Ace Spectrum by Void

When someone searches online for the definitions of terms like “kink” and “BDSM,” results repeatedly mention sex. More than that, local adult clubs often intertwine swinger and kink events. Others have open floor plans, where sex is encouraged and indulged without offering any alternative experience. In the increasingly queerified BDSM community, there is a rising push towards inclusion for those who don’t need or want sex in their play scenes or dynamics. This means it’s time to evolve our definitions.

Redefining the concept of kink as something that can include sex but does not necessarily include it not only benefits people on the ace spectrum, but the community as a whole. Non-sexual BDSM awareness at events and clubs is the next step to queer inclusion. With Pride Month underway, I wanted to talk about how we can do it.

Debunking The Myth

People on the asexual spectrum who are sex-repulsed, averse, or ambivalent can still be kinky. Ace people are a diverse group, with some demisexuals and graysexuals having little difference in their preferences from allosexual people (those who experience consistent and active sexual attraction and desire.) Other ace people despise sex and would rather have nothing to do with it. To be clear, an ace person can desire sex for many reasons and still not want to see it during every visit to their local BDSM club.

Kink is supposed to be about consensual play, and not all play is sexual. It can be fun with friends, meditative, or even done solo without a partner. Someone can tie a chest harness as a service and keep watch while the bottom blisses out on bondage-induced serotonin. Pet play can be purely aesthetic as a puppy dresses to the nines in a leather suit and mask. Maybe someone wants to be a hypnotized doll for a day, or is a platonic caregiver for their friend who struggles to access little space.

Existing Writings on Non-Sexual BDSM

The Barefoot Backpacker details his personal experience with being kinky and ace in his post Asexuality and Kink. He writes: “Being tied doesn’t arouse me… I’ve almost fallen asleep whilst hogtied before, simply because it relaxes me so much.” He delves further into how his own asexuality is expressed through rope play, which often includes platonic cuddling and touching during scenes.

Exploration of non-sexual BDSM can also include long-term kink dynamics. The paper Ace of (BDSM) Clubs: Building Asexual Relationships Through BDSM Practice by Lorca Jolene Sloan expands upon how power dynamics can be not only validating but also empowering for ace people. Through 2-hour interviews with 15 ace people, Sloan found that BDSM structures enable asexual people to talk about non-sexual dynamics. This is because the community emphasizes embracing vulnerability and practicing meticulous dynamic negotiation, the author further explains.

The language to discuss different sexual preferences and feelings is already laid down in how we talk about bodily autonomy, personal boundaries, and kink limits. In her conclusion, Sloan observes that her interviews with asexual practitioners of BDSM provide a new perspective on building intimate relationships outside of sex or sexual desire. This opens up the potential for allosexual people to also consider whether sex is necessary in certain parts of their dynamics and to reimagine the relationships they can have with asexual partners.

Fostering Non-Sexual BDSM and Kink Inclusion

Once the kink community starts separating kink from sex and we start changing our definitions, then we can begin building a more inclusive community. Not every space or event has to include sex. In fact, some discourage or disallow sexual activity, especially at social events or when including new members.

Looking for some ideas for non-sexual BDSM activities? How about…
  • BDSM classes
  • Kinksters’ game nights
  • Cuddle puddles
  • Sleepovers
  • LGBTQ+ and polyamorous meetups
  • Platonic play nights
  • “Tasting” parties that allow a bottom to experience a variety of kinks with vetted, experienced tops at their local club. This allows new members to try out activities when they don’t have a partner as well as encouraging a communal play space where kink isn’t inherently sexualised.

The structure of venues can also include separate platonic/non-sexual play spaces and social areas. Not only does this provide a more inclusive environment, it can also be a non-stimulating space for aftercare, relaxing, and breaks from play.

For example, Voodoo Leatherworks, an alternative lifestyle community center in Colorado, has a play area and social lounge separated by closed double doors. While sex is allowed in the play area, the lounge requires clothing that covers erotic areas at all times and sex is prohibited.

Even if a kink space cannot afford a large, expansive venue with separate spaces, being conscientious that not all members will want to participate in sexual voyeurism and considering diverse perspectives on how events and venues can be structured also helps. Listen to asexual voices in the community. Have those discussions. Ask local leaders what else can be done to include non-sexual BDSM in play spaces. All of these are invaluable steps towards change.

Does this mean sex should be discouraged? No! Inclusion ultimately means all sexualities and deviations are welcome. BDSM has long been associated with sexual revolution and reclamation. There is absolutely no reason for better ace inclusion to detract from that. Rather, the intent is to also include asexual experiences and desires. This will mean changing how we communicate and participate within kink and sex. No one is being asked to stop being a slut. And asexual people can be sluts too!

Embracing Non-Sexual BDSM For a Better Community

Kinky ace people already exist and always have. We participate in community discussions, attend events, and play with all sorts of people in many different kinks and activities. Therefore, ace inclusivity is sorely needed to make everyone feel welcome. The misconception that kink and BDSM have to be sexual is harmful. It’s also perpetuated by community spaces encouraging sex with play at all their events.

There are many ways to start the discussion about distinguishing kink from sex and the sooner definitions start to change, the sooner we can build a better community that includes those who are uncomfortable around sex. This extends beyond ace people, by the way. It also includes those recovering from sexual trauma, those primarily interested in building community, and those just burnt out from being propositioned for sex at every event they attend.

The asexual spectrum teaches a lot of lessons that expand upon our understanding of sexual desire and attraction. Ultimately, it teaches people that it’s okay to not want sex. Sex is everywhere. It is also often filtered through harmful mainstream views and practices like misogyny, heteronormativity, and toxic monogamy culture. Even if someone isn’t ace, sometimes the last thing on their mind is sex. Sometimes, it’s a fun night laughing with friends as they yelp to the sting of a violet wand. Or finding out paddling puts them in a relaxed state of mind where their anxiety melts away and all that remains is the rhythmic, warming thud against their ass. Or an uninterrupted moment of self reflection as they clutch their favorite stuffy.

Kink comes in all colors of the rainbow and in all flavors of queerness. It’s past time to honor the asexual one.

About the Writer

Void is an experienced sub and Dom with a passion for minority topics. They are omnigender, pansexual, gray ace, polyamorous, and neurodivergent. In their free time they enjoy writing, reading, taking care of her cat Maya, and playing video games.

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[Guest Blog] My 40+ One-Nighter

Published on by Amy

One of the things I’m most passionate about is the fact that sex is for anyone who wants to enjoy it! Too often, we are given one prescriptive view of what sex is or should be: heterosexual, cis, young, thin, penetration-focused, and in the context of a marriage or committed relationship. I’m all about platforming stories and experiences that fall outside this narrow framework – which is most of us in one way or the other and at some point in our lives, by the way!

When we hear about one-night stands, they’re often presented as a negative thing. They’re also presented as something that only very young people do. That’s why I’m handing over to today’s guest blogger, who has chosen to remain anonymous but wanted to share this steamy adventure she enjoyed as a woman over 40 and has absolutely no regrets about… keep reading, because there’s a plot twist I wasn’t expecting and I bet you won’t be either!

Amy x

My 40+ One-Nighter by Anonymous Guest Blogger

I was at the bar getting Scotch but my mind was elsewhere. It was a hot, summery night in one of Sydney’s most ritzy bars. Sweat trickled down my back as I spread my body across a plush, red, velvet couch. My friend had wandered off somewhere to find her own fun.

It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. It was constantly on my mind. Lately anything triggered my arousal. The slightest sexual allusion and I’d feel wetness. Anything overt and I’d be straddling the end of a brush; any thick long object.

I’d dressed up to the nines tonight. My long red hair cascaded my back. I wore long stylish black boots and a short, black dress that showed the undulations of my perky cleavage; subtle make-up so as to not look overdone. I’d never wandered around a bar by myself looking for sex before. Especially in my forties.

Just too late

To be honest, I felt like a fish out of water. No, actually, I felt ashamed. I saw all these young, pretty girls twenty years younger than me, cavorting around with their youthful skin and shiny dresses. I never expected to be single at this age. I didn’t expect to be here. I tried to make conversation at the bar but that was met with degradation, so I started talking to the bartender. Nothing romantic, it was purely conversational. I was having a great time laughing with him, when he started almost frowning to himself. The mood changed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked jovially.

“Nothing.”

“C’mon, out with it “

“I see some of the older women here, trying their best to catch a date. It’s just too late for them. Finding someone probably won’t happen.”

I was shocked. He didn’t seem so friendly anymore. That made me feel dead inside. Is that all I was to men? Some old cougar to shag because I was an easy target?

Meet and greet

I’d been here an hour. I choked back tears welling in my eyes, on the verge of giving up. Suddenly, there he was. A guy sitting at a table. He must have been in his late thirties. He had a light brown beard, brown eyes, and short, wavy light brown hair. He wasn’t looking at me directly, but to the side of me, his eyes narrowed, almost as if to squeeze images out of his mind. His face was flushed red, his pupils were dilated.

A frisson of passionate recognition ran down my spine as I got a sense this was for me. When I looked at him, he smiled but then looked away. He was overwhelmed with desire. I felt like my womb was going to bottom out. I was eventually at his table, but I don’t know how I got there. His deep voice sent a penetrative resonance through me.

He relished my intellect, my maturity. He knew how old I was. But he didn’t care. His moustache defined the area of his top lip. For some reason, it made me want to just grab him.

Those drives

By the time we made a pact to do it in his car in seclusion—we were both worried about the risk of going home—we couldn’t control ourselves any longer. When he took his pants down, he had one of the most perfectly proportioned penises I’d ever seen. A precise amount of brownish-blonde pubic hair surrounded a thick, pink prick. I slowly eased his length all the way into the depths of my mouth. I licked, sucked, tickled his head with my tongue and repeated the process as he grew more and more aroused, his dick turning an almost purplish-pink.

He turned me over, sucked his thumb, then began circling my anus. The soft, tickling wetness sending a shiver from my arsehole all the way up my back. In the “doggy” position, my cunt glistened as his red penis slapped at my redness. I turned over and opened my legs as wide as I could, and he sucked on me senselessly. I moaned as I got close to coming. Then he quickly sank inside me with a sucking sound. me grasping him as he penetrated deeply and intensely. But it was slow and slippery, not all pumping and thrusting.

I turned over again, this time his penis sliding up and down inside me from the back. I lifted one leg so I could feel him slide against my clitoris simultaneously. Then he turned me over again for a final time, slowly, rhythmically moving again. I could feel a sensation spread from my vagina to my clitoral hood. Our nerves and fear making us feel like teens again, both our mouths were wide open, gasping, our faces contorting until we finally felt that warm, dizzying release.

The End?

So what happened with this ultra shallow experience where my discernment, caution and perspective went out the window? Turns out he was ten years younger than me and liked older women. Not that he was aiming for that specifically, but he’d always just naturally ended up with them. Later, I discovered that he had a clumsiness that some women were put off by but which seemed genuine to me.

I know this because we went on some dates.

That’s why I became his wife, and we’ve been married for ten years.

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[Guest Post] Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury’s “Titties”: Resistance Against Misogynistic Censorship in the Arab World with Erotic Graphic Novels by J. D. Harlock

Published on by Amy

Something a bit different today, friends! Writer J. D. Harlock approached me about doing this interview with graphic novelist Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury about her new erotic graphic novel, “Titties.” It’s a fascinating read and I can’t wait to read the comic, too.

Amy x

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury’s Titties: Resistance Against Misogynistic Censorship in the Arab World with Erotic Graphic Novels by J. D. Harlock

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury is a SWANA graphic novelist who, after graduating from the Lebanese Academy of Fine Arts (ALBA) in 2015, sought to immerse herself in the world of visual storytelling. Following years of honing her craft in the Lebanese art scene, Nour joined Samandal Comics, a SWANA comics collective in Lebanon dedicated to developing the medium of comics in the Arab World. Currently, her work is primarily focused on autofiction, which presents intimate stories with an exaggerated art style in hopes of accentuating them.

Recently, Nour agreed to sit down for an interview to discuss her semi-autobiographical erotic graphic novel Titties. Titties explores the tumultuous sex life of a character loosely based on the author in one-page stories recounting adventures with various sexual partners. By presenting these encounters in an unapologetically explicit manner, Nour hopes to provoke the reader to confront the uncomfortable realities prohibition, repression, and marginalization of sexual experiences. Ultimately, this fearless act of transgression is all in service of pushing the limits of self-expression in Lebanon, where censorship is increasingly present, with few options left to resist the status quo. 

Here are some highlights from my conversation with Nour.

Cover image of the graphic novel Titties by Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury. A cartoon of a woman reclining on a red bed with her hands behind her head. She is naked apart from a pair of red panties.

J. D. Harlock: As someone who’s been blessed to have spent his entire life in Beirut, it pains me to say this, but the Arab world isn’t known as a hub for graphic novelists, such as yourself, Nour. Even if titles are available in bookshops in Lebanon, the selection is typically limited to a select few titles from countries like the US, France, Belgium, Japan, and the UK. Speaking from experience, it’s almost impossible for a local to read enough to learn the craft without spending a fortune or sailing the high seas of digital piracy. In addition to my excitement when I meet a fellow comics fan from this part of the world, I’m always curious to find out how they became fans of the medium in the first place. So Nour, tell us how you first came to experience the exhilarating world of sequential art?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: When I was a child, a French comic artist whose name I can’t recall came to our school for a presentation. What intrigued me was the notion that you could draw the same character over and over for pages to tell a story. Back then, people used to call me “Miss Curious” because I would ask too many questions about people’s lives. I wanted to hear their stories, the intimate ones—the ones they wouldn’t share over coffee with a neighbor. It is as if I wanted to know the origin stories of people, where they come from, and how they became who they are.

Of course, this desire is directly connected to Palestine, where lies my own origin story, which I’ve unfortunately never had the chance to explore in person due to the Zionist occupation. Since words were never my strong point, I’ve always had difficulties expressing myself through writing. Doing it through drawing, however, was seamless. Even when I hear a song, I rarely focus on the words, but feel the feelings in the images.

So, between my love for stories and my connection to drawing, it was evident I’d specialize in it. Of course, now I’ve also tamed the world of words, and I use them more and more in my dialogues and descriptions. However, when I first started illustrating comics, most of them were silent.

J. D. Harlock: How did you end up joining Samandal Comics?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: My introduction to Samandal Comics happened while I was at university. I discovered their publications for the first time and realized that there was a comics scene in Lebanon with an audience for adult comics. Eventually, I met Lena Merhej, one of the founders of Samandal Comics, while working on an anthology in which we both have stories featured. A year later, Samandal member Joseph Kai invited me, Karen Keyrouz, and Tracy Chehwan to join the collective and have our generation take the lead. Without hesitation, I agreed.

J. D. Harlock: And why did you choose Samandal to be the publisher of Titties?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: I chose Samandal to be my publisher because I wanted my story published and read in Lebanon by Lebanese people. However, when it came time to print the comic, the printing house had reservations about the content. It was too explicit and daring. My second option was to print it with our collective in France and then distribute it in Lebanon, which is what I ended up doing.

J. D. Harlock: What inspired Titties?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: I recently read several comics by Ulli Lust and Julie Doucet. I loved their narrative style—works of autofiction revealing so much vulnerability and crudeness while simultaneously depicting relationships with intimacy. These comics made me reflect on both my narrative style and my relationships.

Meanwhile, I was in an open relationship for the first time, and I was hooking up with several people at the same time. Navigating that experience for the first time in my life was eye-opening. After each sexual encounter, I started drawing pages as if to process what had happened, and I would share them with friends as a way to recount to them what was happening and have a laugh. After a few months of doing so, I realized that I had what could become a comic.

J. D. Harlock: Given the subject matter and how conservative certain segments of Lebanon are, were you worried about any potential backlash from its release?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: Of course, I was worried, but I also knew that this comic would be distributed in safe spaces. As for my parents and family, I knew they wouldn’t read and see it. They are absolutely not my target audience. However, both my parents knew I was publishing it. Obviously, my mother wasn’t pleased, but she understood that this was my life and my work. She knew how to detach herself from it. On the other hand, my father has no clue what’s inside the comic; he only knows it’s a feminist work exploring women’s sexuality.

J. D. Harlock: So, how would you describe the response to the release of Titties so far?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: The response was wonderful. Initially, we printed a small batch to see how readers would react. It sold out right away, so we printed several more editions and all of them sold out, too! A friend of mine had to buy more than ten copies because each time his visitors saw it, they’d snatch it off his shelf! Eventually, it reached the shores of Italy. An Italian publisher translated it into Italian and sold copies of it there, too.

J. D. Harlock: What were you hoping to achieve by sharing these experiences?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: I wanted to normalize discussions of sexuality and sexual orientation in Lebanon so that we can be open to experimenting and exploring our kinks. Readers were meant to laugh with the protagonist, shattering the taboos that repress our sexual experimentation. I hoped to accomplish this through the “female gaze,” which is frankly lacking in Lebanese literature.

I also wanted to connect sex to the external world—politics, nonsexual traumas, and their impact on the body and desire. We tend to think of sex as a purely sexual act. But it is informed by everything that surrounds us.  There is no way to tell if this is what my readers got out of reading Titties, but I received great feedback from readers. I hope this story impacted them the way I hoped it would.

J. D. Harlock: Do you plan to release more work in the vein of Titties in the future?

Nour Hifaoui Fakhoury: Yes, I am currently working on the second tome of this comic, Titties Too, in which the character explores her bisexuality or pansexuality also through an open relationship. At the same time, I’m also working on an erotic lesbian graphic novel called Labrys with a Belgian publishing house that’s even more visually explicit, in which the characters are in a long-distance relationship. With this graphic novel, I hope to explore long-distance sexuality facilitated by new technologies such as vibrators connected to phones.

J. D. Harlock: And that’s a wrap for now! Thank you for your time, Nour. As always, I’m looking forward to reading these graphic novels—as I usually am with all of Samandal Comics’ releases when they first hit Lebanese shelves. And I hope we can have another interesting deep-dive about them when the time comes!

About the Writer

J. D. Harlock is an Eisner-nominated SWANA American writer, researcher, editor, and academic pursuing a doctoral degree at the University of St. Andrews. His writing has appeared in Business Insider, Newsweek, The Cincinnati Review, Strange Horizons, Nightmare Magazine, The Griffith Review, Queen’s Quarterly, and New York University’s Library of Arabic Literature. You can find him on LinkedIn, Bluesky, Twitter & Instagram.

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[Guest Post] Restraints for Medical Kink: How and Why Do People Use Them in BDSM? by Lorenz Engel

Published on by Amy

I love covering niche kinks here on C&K. From inflation fetishes to ovipositors and much more, I love learning about why people are into the things they’re into. That’s why I’m pleased to be hosting this guest post on medical kink/fetish from Lorenz (he/him), the founder of Klinik Bondage. In it, he shares his unique perspective on medical restraints and the relationship between functionality and desire.

Amy x

Restraints for Medical Kink: How and Why Do People Use Them in BDSM? by Lorenz Engel

Medical kink is a form of erotic roleplay in which participants consensually explore scenarios inspired by clinical or hospital environments. This can include elements like physical exams, medical restraints, latex gloves, or clinical tools—often paired with a strong power dynamic, vulnerability, or the taboo of clinical authority. 

For many, the appeal of this fetish lies in the psychological intensity: the blend of trust, control, and intimacy that comes from simulated “treatment.” Some also enjoy the aesthetic of medical settings, while others find the structure and formality arousing. 

Though comprehensive statistics are limited, the information we do have suggests that medical play is a niche but significant interest in the BDSM community. For example, a 2015 Fetlife user survey by Dr. Brad Sagarin found that around 20% of respondents had engaged in some form of medical fetish play, with many citing its psychological edge and ritualistic nature as central to its appeal.

It is important to note that people with a medical kink do not typically find actual medical treatments arousing. This is an area where fantasy and reality sharply diverge. 

Use of Restraints in Medical Kinks 

People who have a medical kink or fetish sometimes use restraints to enhance the pleasure and power dynamics of these scenarios. For many players, restraints play an integral role in the kink. 

Restraints such as leather cuffs, straps, or handcuffs can be used in role-playing scenarios where the restrained partner submits to the dominant one. The feeling of complete immobilization can make physical sensations more intense and create a more immersive psychological experience. 

As with everything in BDSM and sex, medical play is based on mutual consent. Both/all partners must agree on boundaries, limits, and what activities are and are not on the table. Safewords and clear communication are essential. 

How A Small BDSM Brand is Reinventing This Kink

For years, those interested in medical kink had limited options, often resorting to repurposed hospital equipment or makeshift solutions. However, our small German brand KlinikBondage® has recognized the unique needs of the BDSM community and created purpose-built, high-quality gear for medical players.

At KlinikBondage® we like to think that these key innovations set our products apart:

  • Long-Term Comfort: The restraints are designed for extended wear, with materials that are soft at key pressure points. This prevents discomfort while maintaining immobilization for the submissive partner. 
  • Magnetic Locking System: KlinikBondage® incorporates powerful magnetic locks in our BDSM medical restraints, making them both secure and easy to release with specialized keys. These locks provide an added layer of control, ensuring that only the keyholder can grant freedom. For safety, we strongly recommend always keeping a spare key within reach and never leaving a bound person unattended. Consent, care, and risk mitigation are the foundation of every scene.
  • Customizable Bed Restraints: KlinikBondage® offers a variety of bed restraints that can be adapted to different bed sizes and setups, ensuring a perfect fit for any body and any scene.
  • Premium Materials: Made from high-quality and skin-friendly bio-cotton, our restraints are both durable and washable, making them ideal for long-term play without compromising hygiene or comfort. 

More Than Just a Bed Restraint

While most people associate medical kink restraints with beds, their application in BDSM goes far beyond that. KlinikBondage® offers wrist and ankle cuffs, body harnesses and much more, designed for long-term immobilization, creating a full-body experience that emphasizes helplessness. 

There’s also an increasing interest in self-bondage within medical-themed play. Devices like frost locks—time-release mechanisms using melting ice—allow solo players to experience prolonged immobilization while maintaining an element of safety. The psychological challenge of waiting for release can intensify the experience, adding layers of anticipation and mental endurance.

A word of warning here: solo bondage is a form of edge play and can be dangerous. Never restrain yourself without easy access to a quick-release mechanism for emergencies and a means of calling for help if you need it. And never, ever, ever put any kind of restraint around your neck or do anything to restrict your breathing. 

Exploring the Depths of Control

Medical kink and restraint play in BDSM is not just about physical immobilization—it’s a journey into mental surrender. The feeling of being securely bound in a system designed for absolute stillness can be both calming and intensely erotic. Whether used for roleplay, sensory deprivation, or long-term confinement, medical restraints offer a structured and immersive way to explore deep levels of submission and control. 

More than just a fetish, medical restraints bring a uniquely intense experience of restriction and immobilization to your kinky scenes. 

About the Writer

Lorenz Engel is the founder of KlinikBondage, a German BDSM brand redefining modern fetish aesthetics. With a background in fiber engineering and a deep passion for the kinky community, he’s been pushing the boundaries of fetish aesthetics since 2020.

Heads up: this post contains sponsored links. All content and views are the writer’s own!

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[Guest Post] The Demisexual Slut by Lexie Bee

Published on by Amy

Today’s guest blog comes from Lexie Bee (she/her), a new writer to C&K! Lexie is here to talk about her journey to understanding her demisexual identity and the role that emotional intimacy plays in her sexual attractions.

In brief, a person is demisexual if they only experience sexual attraction in the context of emotional intimacy. Demisexuality is part of the asexual (ace) spectrum and some consider it one form that greysexuality. The header image for this post shows the demisexual pride flag.

I can’t believe that in over 8 years of this site, I’ve never published a piece about demisexuality! It’s time we rectified that.

Amy x

The Demisexual Slut by Lexie Bee

I’ve been dating since I was 4 years old—I was something of an “early bloomer” in that department. It’s hard to tell if liking boys was a chicken or an egg situation; was my attraction to them something I’d possessed since the womb, or had I acquired it during my hyper-feminized childhood upbringing? All I’ve ever known is that if there’s a boy, I should be interested.

This ideology led me to be a smallish, slightly sizable super romantic:

I was in love with love. 

Having a boyfriend was always on my mind, even before I hit puberty.

In preschool, there was…

– Bradley, a spiky blonde-haired boy who would kiss my hand under the pre-K playhouse.

And in elementary…

– Eric, the little Black boy in my Bible school class who gave me a necklace.

– Kyhlen and Noah, the only two Black boys in 4th grade (which meant I had to like them, since y’know, I was one of the only Black girls in the 4th grade class—and Cultural-CompHet was a lesson many years in the future.)

In middle school…

– Raymond, a sunkissed and freckled country boy who played the fiddle next to me in orchestra.

– Bailey, Joseph, and Tyler, the aptly aged trio of 6th, 7th, and 8th graders who were childhood friends in my neighborhood and simultaneously pining for my affection.

And in high school, I fell for Nathaniel and Seth and Devin and Ryan and Grady and Alex…

…In college, Corbin and Mitch and Josh and Jack…

…After college, Duncan and Ben and Daniel…

And about 50 or so others!

Yes, the Autism in me made a list of EVERY guy who had a romantic tie to me, based on the central premise of the book The Boyfriend List by E. Lockhart.

Maybe it was because I always felt inferior in both the looks and personality departments, or maybe it was because I saw the world through bubblegum pink glasses. But all I knew is that I wanted to be wanted.

It was the one never-ending quest: to find my Happily Ever After.

I didn’t discover that I had ADHD or very unhealthy anxiety until I was 19 and having a mental breakdown after my first year of college. It wouldn’t be until I was 24 that someone would tell me they thought I was on the spectrum, and that everyone else “thought I knew.” For my 25th birthday, I discovered that my surely delusional paranoia would be validated as Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

In other words, I’ve always been something of an awkward, oddly-behaved duck.

But without even realizing it, I had become an avid hyper-fixator on two of the most universal concepts of them all:

LOVE & SEX. 

My first boyfriend was deemed a dork who would be forever alone. And I was the girl-dork who, people assumed, would also be forever alone. So we decided to date. If you can’t beat ‘em, outsmart them. Play to win.

There was a sort of power in being able to tell others I was spoken for, even if by the least desired guy around. It meant that no matter how uncool I was, I was at least cool enough to score a date. This social currency would carry me into my adulthood. So, like anyone who becomes an expert in their field, I planned and practiced.

I had a multitude of methods at my disposal, which went roughly like this:

STEP 1: Never miss your shot. Anyone could be THE ONE.

After I hit puberty, no guy was off the table for consideration. Humiliation be damned—if he could breathe, he could and would be asked out by me. Or flirted with, at the very least.

STEP 2: PLAN PLAN PLAN. 

Knowledge wasn’t just power. It was precision. I had my first kiss a month shy of my 14th birthday and lost my virginity the week after my high school graduation at an amusement park motel; nothing too far from ordinary. What no one else knew was that there was 4 years’ worth of bookmarks telling me how to kiss with tongue, folded Cosmopolitan magazines with instructions how to pleasure a perineum, and copious peer-reviewed evidence in the form of sex blogs highlighted.

I wouldn’t just have sex. I’d win sex.

STEP 3: JUST DO IT

I had my first one-night stand on a drunk guy’s floor at the end of my first semester in college. He gave me strep throat, ruined a blockbuster film I wanted to see, and I would occasionally have an awkward encounter of seeing him ride the same campus bus for the rest of the year. 

One day, after he was kicked out of college, my high school crush reached out to me to rekindle our friendship. After a year of asynchronously communicating, he rented a hotel room for an hour to have sex with me. Midway through, he made a comment on my performance that would inspire me to become a power-bottom from that point on. My anxiety about being considered “bad in bed” told me that if guys desired girls who are good at sex, then that’s the girl I needed to be. Bad sex = no sex = unattractive to the male sex.

That night, shortly after he finished, we sat beside each other on the hotel bed and without hesitation both proceeded to open and scroll on Tinder. I pretended that I didn’t care about his apathy to our reunion after those few years. I brushed away the sinking fear in my gut that I had been used.

Over time, I kept a log of everyone I had slept with. But it was becoming harder to remember the names or even faces of those people after those first few encounters. Anytime sex was asked for or offered, I took the opportunity.

Every date, good or bad, became a hookup. Think of it like an unpaid internship on a resume; a crappy job was still one you could reference. And that experience was accompanied by the liberation of being a young adult in college with my own agency, in tandem with the maturation of my body, to give out something of my own that was ALWAYS valued.

I wouldn’t have traded that feeling for the world.

To me, sex seemed like trophy hunting. It was silly and funny to laugh about dating, about how goofy it was, about the situations I would end up in. And I enjoyed being an expert at something that I thought I was, by nature, supposed to be good at. Failed dates became my friends, and sometimes my friends with extra benefits.

Sex was just…sex.

I enjoyed giving my partners pleasure. So it didn’t matter if, throughout the sex, I was thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner.

Sex itself was boring. The story leading up to it was always more interesting than the sex itself. I never orgasmed, and most of the time I never even came close. Most men didn’t mind that I didn’t mind. And I wasn’t comfortable pretending or betting that my body would cooperate and give me the orgasm we both wanted me to have. It would take a couple hours of chatting before I even felt warmed up enough to the idea of having sex. I wanted it, sure… but really, I just wanted the ability to say that I did it.

By 23, I’d had 23 sexual partners—and nothing more.

After having my heart broken more times than I could count both romantically and platonically, I finally thought that #23 might be the one.

After a heartfelt and vulnerable 7-hour conversation until dawn, leading up to an incredible date that ended in sensually connected and intimate sex… He suddenly distanced himself until I never heard from him again.

I was distraught. But for the past 5 years, I’d had one thing that always picked my confidence back up: dating apps. A few nights out with some fellas would surely bring back my charisma, right?

But it didn’t.

I felt nothing. I was swiping and swiping and trying to convince myself that I wanted to meet these people for something R-rated. But really, I just wanted to be in the arms of someone who I could talk to about my feelings. That was always the best part about the sex for me: the part when it was over, when we could talk and learn more about each other, having shared a unique and intimate experience. 

I couldn’t understand why my usual method of motivation wasn’t giving me what it had done through all of those years. I guess after years of school, therapy, and experiences… My “body count” wasn’t enough anymore.

It was as frustrating as it was enlightening.

Here I was, in my time of need, and my go-to therapeutic solution was failing me! How could I possibly have been lying to myself for so many years?! The one thing that seemed the most normal and socially acceptable about me was now somehow nuanced and indescribably complicated.

The timing was serendipitous for so many things in my life. I had just moved from my college town to a completely different state. I had cut contact with my family and toxic friends. My crappy job had me reconsidering everything I wanted in life. My inescapable loneliness left me boundless time for intense self-reflection.

I’ve always struggled with using labels to help define me as a person. Accepting the mental health diagnoses I’ve sought in adulthood has felt imposing, connecting to my ancestral roots has felt appropriative, and getting constantly excluded and ostracized through my life has left a deep-seated fear that spiraled into a never-ending habit of trying to prove my self-worth without room for error. And labels– if judged wrong– were errors.

But I started to put together the pieces…

  • Fixations of finding true love…
  • Dating in order to fit in and be desirable…
  • Receiving praise for my sexy skillset…
  • Loving the rise but hating the fall of every date…
  • Only liking audio porn…

As a Black cisgendered woman, I assumed there were a lot of things I couldn’t be:

  • Anxious, because I liked being around others
  • Autistic, because I made an extreme effort to be liked
  • Abstinent, because my body was the one thing men liked about me

And finally:

  • Ace/Graysexual, because I had had a lot of sex with various men.

Giving myself these titles feels wrong—no, it feels illegal. I’ve never been the poster example of anything, much less as a person who has eccentricities that come with explanations. I’m just “that weird Black girl” and these labels are just excuses.

Or maybe…

Maybe discovering who I am, what I need, and what I want, without worrying about what’s “right”, turned into my Happiest Ever After of them all.

I never quite understood the idea that labels are all bad; they are simply just tools that help us navigate in the world we live in.  

Letters, after all, use labels to get to where they need to go.

So perhaps I should begin using my labels as tools, too. However, and whenever, it helps.

About the writer:

For Lexie Bee, every awkward date or failed-flirty encounter is a new avenue for growth, connection, and of course: storytelling! Finally coming into her own as a self-described ‘Pokedex of Intersectionality’ with her race, culture, gender, sexuality, class, and neurodiversity, Coffee & Kink is her debut into public and professional conversations about her sex life– past, present, and evolving. With the duality of comedy and conversation, she aspires to give others the confidence to speak without shame (especially if you’re sitting at the table with her!)

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[Guest Post] Navigating Your Polycule Relationship: How to Stay Grounded in a Multi-Partner Network by Samantha Squirt

Published on by Amy

One of the reasons I steadfastly refuse to be called a “polyamory expert” is that polyamory and consensual non-monogamy are infinitely varied and everyone has their own experience. Everything I advise, suggest, and share comes from my experience and the things I’ve learned in the time I’ve been practicing polyamory.

Today’s guest post comes from Samantha Squirt (she/her) and focuses on her top tips for navigating the interconnected polycule relationship network. I think it includes some great insights! Maybe you’ll find them useful too.

Over to Sam!

Amy x

Navigating Your Polycule Relationship: How to Stay Grounded in a Multi-Partner Network by Samantha Squirt

If you’re interested in consensual non-monogamy, you have probably heard about polycules and the beautiful chaos they can be. Think of them like those fancy molecular diagrams from high school chemistry, except instead of hydrogen bonds, we’re dealing with hearts, hormones, and those moments where your partner’s partner is suddenly crying on your couch at 3 AM over her comet partner attempting to enact a One Penis Policy (OPP). 

Today we’re talking about polycule relationship dynamics and how to stay emotionally grounded within multi-partner networks. 

But just like any complex network–whether it’s city streets, neural pathways, or that convoluted web of who’s dating who in your favorite TV show this week–we need to understand how to navigate these intersections without causing an emotional pile-up. And let’s be real, when you’re juggling multiple relationships, emotions can run high.

In this post, I’m going to walk you through everything you need to know about staying grounded while your love life looks like a beautiful spider web. Whether your polycule relationship network is a cozy triangle or resembles an advanced calculus problem, I’m going to help you map out these emotional territories like a pro so that your relationships can survive even the strongest of storms

So grab your favorite beverage (and maybe your calendar, because scheduling is about to become your new best friend), and let’s dig into the nitty-gritty of making a polycule work. By the end of this guide, you’ll be communicating more effectively than your therapist and loving more authentically than ever before.

What Makes The Polyam Web Wobble?

After diving into the existing research and taking into account some personal experience too, I’ve mapped out the five most common drama bombs that can shake up a polycule. Let’s break them down:

Time Management

This isn’t just about scheduling dates. We’re talking about the constant juggling act of making sure everyone feels prioritized. 

While you’re trying to maintain a career, self-care routine, and remembering to feed your pet fish, Partner A may feel like they’re getting less quality time with you than Partner B. All the while, Partner C is wondering why you still haven’t answered their texts from three days ago… 

Yeah, when it comes to managing time in a polycule, it may get messy. 

Jealousy

Let’s be real–jealousy hits different in polyamorous relationships. It’s not just about who your partner might be flirting with; you might be watching them build beautiful, meaningful connections with others while you’re sitting at home wondering if they laugh at their other partner’s jokes more than yours. 

Those who are new to polyamory often find that this isn’t the garden-variety jealousy they’re used to. This is jealousy on steroids with a PhD in Making You Question Everything.

Backburner Blues

You know when that pot of rice is done, but you still need to finish the main dish? You put it on the backburner. And that can happen to people in your polycule, too. 

Most of us have been there. “Backburning” is when you start treating your partners like they’re episodes of that show that you’ll totally get around to watching… someday. It’s when you emotionally, physically, sexually, or mentally neglect someone in the polycule while the relationship is still technically in place. This is sometimes intentional, but more often than not it happens unintentionally. 

Maybe your new relationship energy (NRE) with someone is making you neglect older connections, or perhaps you’re unconsciously creating a hierarchy that nobody agreed to. Either way, putting someone you love on the backburner is cruel and unkind, and being backburnered is uniquely painful. 

Communication Overload

Picture this: You’ve got three partners, each with two other partners, and everyone needs to discuss boundaries, feelings, and who’s bringing what to next week’s polycule potluck. Suddenly you’re spending more time processing emotions than a therapist on a Monday morning.

Communication is key to polyamory, of course, but striking the balance is important. Too much emotional processing can be overwhelming, and too little of it can lead to miscommunications and hurt feelings in your polycule. 

Resource Distribution Drama

I’m not just talking about time here. We’re also looking at emotional energy, sexual energy, money, and even simple things like how many nights you can stay over at each partner’s place.

When Sarah needs emotional support during her work crisis but Mike is going through a family crisis and Pat really just wants to watch a movie with you tonight… realistically, something’s gotta give. Unless you’ve somehow cracked the ability to be in multiple places at once and can listen to Mike process his family drama and talk Sarah through her work problems while simultaneously making out with Pat in the room next door, then you’re going to have to optimize your resource distribution. 

Navigating These Polycule Relationship Network Challenges Successfully

Here’s the tea: if you’re knowingly nodding along to any (or all) of the above, congratulations! You’re normal! These challenges aren’t signs that you’re “doing polyamory wrong”. They’re just part of the beautiful complexity that is loving multiple people openly and honestly.

In the next section, we’ll dive into strategies for tackling each of these issues head-on and discover how you can ground yourself amidst this whirlwind of emotion. 

1. Time & Resource Management: How To Always Have Time For Everyone in the Polycule

Time management in a polycule starts with open communication and a clear understanding of each person’s needs. Think of your polycule relationship network like a family, because it is!

Try mapping out a shared calendar with everyone’s work shifts, existing commitments, dates, and personal time. This helps to ensure no one gets overlooked or double-booked. Remember that quality of time matters at least as much as quantity of time, so plan meaningful activities with each partner (and as a group, if that’s something you like to do) while checking in regularly to make sure everyone feels prioritised. 

By treating time as a shared resource and staying flexible, you’ll create a balanced dynamic that makes every person feel valued and included.

One of the most important but overlooked aspects of polycule time management is… (drumroll please) scheduling time for yourself! This means time for self-care, hobbies, friends, or just to veg on the couch and watch that guilty pleasure show you love. 

If you are continually putting out fires from your lovers, inevitably you will burn out. The best thing that you can do for your polycule is to make sure you do not lose your sense of self.

2. Managing Jealousy Like a Pro

Let’s get real about jealousy, babes. In polyamory, jealousy isn’t just an occasional visitor–it’s more like that friend who crashes on your couch and keeps eating all your snacks. It’s going to show up from time to time, and it’s going to test you.

Picture this: you’re at a social gathering, feeling cute and confident, when suddenly you notice your nesting partner giving their comet partner’s ass in those perfectly fitted jeans a lingering look. Or maybe your lover wants to keep your relationship on the down-low, but they’re posting heart-eye emojis all over their other partner’s Instagram. Bam: green-eyed monster! 

Here’s the thing, jealousy and not feeling secure in polyamory isn’t a sign you’re failing. It’s just proof you’re human. Jealousy is as natural as life, death, and forgetting where you put the TV remote. Trying to pretend you don’t ever feel jealous is like trying to pretend you don’t see your partner’s throbbing hickey from someone else. You’re not fooling anyone, especially yourself.

The key is to:

  • Name it: “Why yes, that is jealousy making my eye twitch”
  • Claim it: “These are my feelings, and they’re valid”
  • Tame it: “But they don’t have to control my actions”

Jealousy is usually just the bouncer at the door of your real issues. Behind it, if you look, you might find:

  • Your self-esteem doing the limbo (and not in a fun way)
  • Your abandonment fears having a party
  • Your trust issues playing hide and seek
  • Your scarcity mindset attempting to hoard all the love
  • Your comparison anxiety making spreadsheets about who gets more attention

Whenever you feel yourself getting jealous, it’s very important to ground and bring yourself back to your centre. Jealousy can feel like a baby giraffe taking its first steps: wobbly, uncertain, and more than a little awkward. Give yourself permission to stumble and catch your balance by taking plenty of deep breaths and processing your feelings at your own pace. 

It’s okay to ask your partner(s) for reassurance (it’s not needy, it’s necessary), and remember that boundaries can shift as you learn what feels safe. When polycule jealousy appears, hit the “Pause and Process” button instead of the panic button, lean on your support system, and keep a list of self-soothing activities close at hand. Save those sweet texts your partner sent you and reread them for a quick reminder that love isn’t a finite pie and there’s enough whipped cream to go around.

Pro tip: This is where therapy becomes your best friend. A good therapist is like a tour guide through the haunted house of your emotions. They’ll help you face the scary stuff without running away screaming.

3. Don’t Allow Yourself to Be Backburnered and Don’t Backburner Others

Emotional neglect in polyamory hits different than in monogamy. It’s not just about missing a date night or forgetting to text back once in a while. It’s that slow, subtle shift where someone who used to be a main character in your love story starts feeling like an extra in the background. Worse, they may feel usurped or replaced. 

Maybe you’ve got that shiny new relationship energy (NRE) with someone else, and suddenly your established partner is eating dinner alone every night. Or perhaps you’re unconsciously prioritizing the partner who’s more “convenient,” while the long-distance love in your life is surviving on scraps of attention and occasional video calls.

Backburnering can sneak up without us even realizing it. One day you’re juggling all your relationships like a pro circus performer, the next you’re treating someone like that gym membership you keep meaning to use but never do.

Think of your polycule relationship as a carefully balanced recipe, where each partner adds their own unique flavor. A dash of Patrick, a sprinkle of Hannah, and the right amount of heat and attention, and it all comes together perfectly. If you leave one pot simmering unattended on the backburner, though, it can end up forgotten and burnt. 

By staying mindful of everyone’s needs, sharing schedules (see above,) and making time for face-to-face connection, you’ll create a dish that truly satisfies. In this kitchen of love, no one should feel like a leftover. Keep stirring the pot, tasting frequently, and you’ll find the sweet spot where all ingredients blend harmoniously.

4. Communication Overload In the Polycule

If you’ve got multiple partners and they’ve got multiple partners, that’s a lot of feelings to process and a lot of opinions weighing in on scheduling dilemmas, date nights, and where you’re going for the next group outing. Before you know it, your phone’s buzzing away like the new butt plug your partner gave you for Christmas. Then you’re juggling emotions, Google Calendars, and someone’s latest relationship epiphany all at once. 

The key to not drowning in this sea of communication? Keep it structured and intentional. 

Set up regular check-ins, whether it’s a weekly polycule meeting, a shared calendar, or even a group chat designated just for planning. Resist the urge to handle everything as soon as it pops up, and instead schedule time for heavier topics (yes, “emotional processing hour” can be a real thing). A little organization and time for strategic communication will go a long way in helping you stay grounded.

These are my top tips for navigating communication before it becomes communication overload:

  1. Create Clear Channels: Try designating different spaces for different purposes. For example, have one group chat for day-to-day chat, memes, and quick check-ins, and another (or even a shared Google Doc) for serious discussions on subjects like finances, scheduling, or relationship agreements. This way, you won’t miss crucial updates amidst the influx of photos of your metamour’s new kitten. 
  2. Set and Respect Boundaries: Just because you love everyone doesn’t mean you’re on call 24/7. If your partner texts at 3 AM about date night logistics, it’s okay to say “I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” Healthy boundaries around communication help keep you from burning out. 
  3. Schedule Family Meetings: A regular group check-in gives you a set time to tackle deeper topics instead of wading through constant back-and-forth texts. Whether it’s in person or online, this gives everyone intentional and focused time to discuss what’s working, what’s not, and anything that needs extra attention. 
  4. Prioritize Face-to-Face (or Video Call) When You Can: So much nuance can get lost in text messages. If you’re finding yourself in endless threads trying to clarify tone or discern someone’s meaning, it might be time to hop on a video call or schedule some real-time conversation. It could save hours of textual confusion.
  5. Delegate Where Possible: If you end up being the de facto social secretary of your polycule relationship network, ask your partners or metamours to take the lead on certain tasks. Sharing the load can make a huge difference. You don’t have to be the person who remembers everyone’s birthday, books the restaurant table for group dinner, and manages everyone’s feelings about a sudden schedule change. 

By combining clear communication channels, healthy boundaries, and a willingness to occasionally say “let’s chat about this later,” you can keep the conversation flowing without drowning in it.

Staying Grounded In Your Polycule Relationship Web

Navigating the polyamorous relationship web inevitably means embracing a bit of chaos from time to time. Polyamory isn’t just about having multiple partners, but about cultivating multiple meaningful connections that honor everyone’s needs including your own. It’s a balancing act of time, money, attention, and emotional support. 

But with open communication, intentional scheduling, and a commitment to kindness towards yourself and your partners, it’s very possible to create a dynamic where everyone is happy, satisfied, and feels that their needs are being met. 

Remember: love isn’t a finite resource, but your energy is.

Check in regularly with yourself and each member of the polycule, setting aside moments to recalibrate, breathe, and figure out what’s working and what’s not. By recognizing your limits, sharing them openly, and staying curious about your partners’ and metamours’ experiences, you’ll be better equipped to weather the rocky emotional waves and keep everyone feeling cherished. It may not always be easy, but when done right, a polycule can be a living, breathing testament to the fact that love truly does grow the more you share it.

About the Writer

Samantha Squirt is the bold and unapologetic mind and fingers behind squirtstudios.com. She thrives on diving into the juiciest corners of pop cultures intimate trends from the rise of ass-eating to decoding the world of gooning. Samantha combines wit, wisdom, and just the right amount of sass to keep her readers entertained and educated in sexual wellness.

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[Guest Post] When Your Antidepressant is Anti-Libido by Destiny Marshall

Published on by Amy

Remember the fantastic guest post about navigating OCPD and sex back in October? I’m delighted to welcome writer Destiny Marshall (she/her) back again today with another post about depression, antidepressants and libido – a struggle I know all too well! This post was inspired by, and forms a companion piece of sorts, to Karen Colby’s personal essay about losing her libido in her 50s and then finding it again in her 60s.

Over to Destiny!

Amy x

When Your Antidepressant is Anti-Libido by Destiny Marshall

Sometimes, we have experiences but don’t give serious thought to them until something or someone else draws our attention to them. That’s what happened to me when I read Karen Colby’s post about her sex life on Coffee & Kink. When she mentioned coming off certain medications and regaining her sex drive, I suddenly remembered my own experience with psychotropic medication and how those antipsychotics and antidepressants impacted my libido.

For a bit of background, I grew up in purity culture. It wasn’t until I was 20 that I had sex for the first time. Even before then, though, I knew I was really into sex. I had a multitude of crushes, and I was an accomplished flirter. Feeling guilty over my “sins” didn’t stop me from making out with people often.

Sometime after starting university, I broke out of purity culture. That was when I started actively considering having sex. My first time didn’t cause stars to fall from heaven, but it was beautiful and I knew I wanted to do it often. Once I started, there was no stopping me. I was sex-positive before I knew the term existed.

In 2020, I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, clinical depression, and generalised anxiety disorder. My psychiatrist wanted to place me on medication. I was hesitant, because of some vaguely negative view of psychotropics. But I was at rock bottom, thanks in part to the COVID-19 pandemic, and I needed help to get myself up. I was prescribed an antidepressant, and soon afterwards, an antipsychotic. And so it began.

What My Antidepressants Did to My Libido

I daresay that no doctor ever hands you a prescription and says, “Here’s to wrecking your sex life!”. In my experience, the only drugs worse for my libido than antidepressants and other mental health medications were hormonal contraceptives, but that’s a whole other blog post.

I lost a great deal of control over my body while on the medication. I no longer had any say over when I wanted to sleep, because I was sleeping most of the time, and I bloated up like a ball. My dreams got weirder and weirder. My already healthy appetite felt like it was on steroids. Worse still, I nearly had an aneurysm thinking I’d got breast cancer when I started secreting breastmilk (a side effect of risperidone that nobody tells you about). But few side effects bothered me more than the loss of my sex drive.

At first, I didn’t notice what was happening. It started as feeling a bit disconnected when sexting with my then-boyfriend. I thought the physical distance between us was the matter, and I’d feel all spicy once I was with him again. But the anticipated spiciness still failed to come through when we got together in person. I couldn’t find my enthusiasm any more. So I admitted to myself that I was having a low libido moment, and assumed things would be better next time.

I started getting worried when the next time was a lot worse. Here I was, with a person I loved and was crazily attracted to, and I didn’t want to kiss him. I didn’t want to be touched by him. I finally had a lightbulb moment and linked my libido dip to the antidepressant drugs I was taking. It felt a bit comforting to know I wasn’t losing my love of sex out of the blues, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

What to Do About It?

I tried to fight my way back to being a sex lover. The disconnect between the great sex I’d had in the past and my present, fumbling self was disconcerting. I tried going into a performative mode to keep my reputation alive, but it just wasn’t working. I didn’t feel like sex, and that was that.

Tired out, I surrendered. When sex partners asked what was up, I let them know I was on medication and as a result, was no longer in the mood. I started thinking that, perhaps, I might never like sex again. I started wondering what all the fuss about sex was about. Porn nauseated me. I forgot how it felt to touch myself.

On the flip side, I was feeling better mentally. Trading sexual pleasure for peace of mind seemed like a perfectly good bargain. Despondency soon gave way to acceptance. I had lost my libido to my antidepressants, and that was alright. I settled into my non-desire for sex. It wasn’t the end of the world.

I was on the meds for two years. In that time, I got quite a lot better. But the side effects had still not really worn off, and I was becoming tired of them. After two years, I did some research and weaned myself off the meds, since my psychiatrists wouldn’t listen to my consistent requests to come off them. I can’t remember what I expected, but my desire for sex didn’t come roaring back. For some time, things were as they were. It didn’t help that I was far away from most of my sex partners.

But slowly, my desire was returning. I started off returning to masturbating. I was thrilled to feel horny again, even if only slightly. When I had been enjoying solo sex for a bit, I finally wanted to be with another person again. My hormones were still finicky, so the road to libido restoration was slow and bumpy. But it did happen.

I’m glad I got off the meds. They had done their job when I needed them to, and I was doing well with therapy. Their side effects were beginning to outweigh their benefits. The medical community has a long way to go in listening to patients, so it helps to be in tune with our bodies and minds, to know what they need at each point and to honour that.

Looking back at the experience, I wish I’d given myself more grace and hadn’t felt the need to force a desire that wasn’t there. It’s alright to not want sex all the time (or at all), no matter how sex-positive you are. We needn’t place sex-god/goddess expectations on ourselves, and we have no business shouldering other people’s expectations, either.

Desire isn’t a constant. Libido dips and peaks, based on all kinds of variables including antidepressants and other medications. But what we can make a constant in our lives is being true to how we feel at any given moment. The best sex we’ll ever have is the sex we really want to have.

About the Writer

Destiny Marshall is obsessed with the interconnectedness of mental health and sexuality. When she’s not writing about that, she works on her meme scientist ambitions and gets to know her bed better.

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[Guest Post] Navigating Sex When You Have OCPD by Destiny Marshall

Published on by Amy

I’m sure you all know by now that I am passionate about mental health, destigmatising mental health challenges, and integrating our sex lives with our mental health in positive and sustainable ways. That’s why I was delighted to accept this guest post from writer Destiny Marshall (she/her) all about navigating sex with Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, or OCPD.

Navigating Sex When You Have OCPD by Destiny Marshall

Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD) is a mental health disorder that causes a chronic preoccupation with orderliness, perfectionism, and control. A person with OCPD is rigid in the way they see life and carry out everyday tasks. Flexibility and compromise are dangerous and hated words. And they often don’t realise that their behaviour and thought patterns are problematic. As far as they’re concerned, their way is THE way, and you lot are just wrong.

OCPD is different from the more familiar Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). With OCD, unwanted and intrusive thoughts (obsessions) cause one to engage in repetitive behaviours (compulsions) to relieve the distress. People with OCD are usually aware that they have a problem and need professional help. Not so with OCPD folks.

When I got my OCPD diagnosis, my obsession with perfectionism and order and absolute control suddenly made a lot of sense. But I never considered that the disorder might be affecting my sex life. 

That was until one night, a partner texted to say they were in my neighbourhood and what about a quickie in the car? That sounded far from great to me. I’m not a spontaneous person who will just dash out their door to go grab an orgasm, even if they were in the mood and the world was ending in ten. If it’s not in my to-do list, it will have to wait to get pencilled in.

I tried to wiggle out of the proposition from my partner. But in the end, I acknowledged to myself that living a little would not kill me, even if it messed with my precious daily schedule.

The sex wasn’t bad. It could’ve been much more, but I couldn’t shake off the fact that this was deviating from how I thought sex should be. And that’s before we get into how tricky cleanup can be in a space as constricted as a car. I was thoroughly uncomfortable.

That experience made me introspect and realise all the tiny little ways that OCPD was sabotaging sex for me.

A person with OCPD may find themselves having rigid expectations of how sex should play out – which is perfectly. Any deviation from this “ideal” is nothing short of a failure. And because life is life and we can’t guarantee perfection in every situation, OCPD folks find themselves in a pattern of avoidance, dissatisfaction, or both.

In trying to keep up to standard, people with OCPD may turn sex into a performance. You know what I’m talking about – hitting those moan-notes you think you ought to be hitting even when you’re not feeling like it; keeping it going even when your mind is no longer in it, because it’s supposed to be enjoyable and admitting it isn’t is a catastrophe of great magnitude.

Strategies for Navigating Sex and OCPD

Sex usually calls for some level of spontaneity and surrender. But are we really our OCPD selves if we relinquish control? The universe forbid we should let go and enjoy ourselves without inhibition!

It’s stifling. You want to live a little, but you feel like you’re wired not to. What to do?

Having OCPD and having a fun sex life don’t have to be mutually exclusive. In my experience, patience and communication and self-compassion can Make Love Great Again. Below are some strategies that have helped me. Feel free to pick what works for you and trash the rest:

Acknowledge Your Feelings

It’s essential to recognise and accept how you feel about sex. Whether you’re anxious, frustrated, or even ashamed of your struggles, these feelings are valid, and acknowledging them is the first step toward addressing them. Sit with yourself and have that solo TED Talk.

Communicate with Your Partner

One time, right before meeting up with a partner, I got into a depressive bout. I didn’t want to bail out because that would ruin my schedule and all the expectations, which would be unforgivable. At some point, prodded by my partner, I finally opened up about how I was feeling. They were super supportive, and we walked through our feelings to a place that felt good. It ended in the tenderest lovemaking.

Communicating with your partner is key. Let them know about your challenges and how OCPD affects your experience of sex. This builds understanding and a supportive environment where you both feel comfortable. Be honest, and set clear boundaries that make you feel safe. 

Focus on Connection, Not Perfection

Sex, like life, doesn’t have to be perfect to be enjoyable. We all know this, but we usually need to be reminded. 

Mindfully ground yourself in the present. Attune all your senses to the moment. When you find your mind wandering, gently draw yourself back to your body, where it is in space, and what’s happening to it.

Give yourself grace to let yourself go, then let yourself go. If it helps, take away attention from yourself: focus on the person(s) you’re with, and how they’re experiencing the moment with you.  

Develop a Pre-Sex Ritual…

Creating a pre-sex ritual can help you transition from your daily routine to a more relaxed state. Maybe you take a warm bath; practice mindful breathing; say a mantra (you can borrow mine: Right now, in this moment, pleasure, not perfection); or spend time cuddling with your partner. A ritual helps signal to your brain that it’s time to shift gears, which can help reduce anxiety.

…And a Post-Sex Ritual

It’s a lot easier for me to let myself go and get as messy as the situation calls for, when I know I can take all the time I need to clean and organise and get back into routine afterwards.

Personality disorders take time to work on. You’re not going to wave a wand and suddenly banish your desire for order and control. Making provisions for returning to whatever normalcy feels like for you after sex can help you enjoy the moment a lot more.

Seek Help

If OCPD is significantly affecting your sex life, consider seeking help from a mental health professional. Therapy can provide you with tools to manage your symptoms and navigate sexual experiences more effectively.

If trustworthy professional help is something out of your reach (and even if it isn’t), prioritise self care. A therapy skills workbook, which you can work through at your own pace, can also help greatly.

Practise Self-Compassion

Living with OCPD can be challenging. We tend to beat ourselves up for every little failure, real or imagined. Self-compassion, then, is a must. 

Remember to be kind to yourself when things don’t go as planned, and remember that it’s okay to struggle. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough. Paste that everywhere so you don’t forget for a second.

Celebrate small wins when you make progress, and forgive yourself when you fail a little. Everyone falls off sometimes. Even your favourite influencer.

So, yeah, sex can get messy and disorderly. But that’s not going to stop us from channelling our inner Inanna and lusting ourselves out, OCPD be damned. Amen.

About the Writer

Destiny Marshall is obsessed with the interconnectedness of mental health and sexuality. When she’s not writing about that, she works on her meme scientist ambitions and gets to know her bed better.

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[Guest Post] My Sex Life: From Beginning to End to Beginning Again by Karen Colby

Published on by Amy

One of the reasons I started this site was to play a role in demystifying sex and normalising discussions of sexuality, particularly kink, BDSM, non-monogamous and queer identities. However, I was in my mid-20s when I started this blog and I’m in my mid-30s now. And it seems to me that the vast majority of content out there about sex is written with the approximately 18-45 demographic in mind.

This is a huge oversight. According to experts at Johns Hopkins Medicine, around half of all (cis) women are still sexually active in their 50s, and 27% remain sexually active in their 70s. Hormonal and bodily changes later in life, from menopause and falling testosterone levels through to ageing-related health issues and lower energy can all have a major impact on our sex lives as we enter the second half of our lives. Even so, many people in this age bracket still can and do enjoy a healthy and fulfilling sex life. Many more, I am sure, would if they had access to more information and resources. That’s why I was so keen to publish this piece by Karen Colby (she/her) all about her experience of losing and then rediscovering her sexuality.

By the way: if you’d like to learn more about sex after 50, Joan Price’s incredible work is the best place to start.

Amy x

My Sex Life: From Beginning to End to Beginning Again by Karen Colby

I was born in 1963, which makes me 61 years old.

When I was a teen, women in bra ads wore their bras on the outside of their blouses because they couldn’t show a bra on bare skin on television. We didn’t have porn on our phones – our phones were mounted on walls. So when it came to sex, my boyfriend and I knew very little.

We had to figure it out all by ourselves. We would make out for hours in the back seat of his car. It took him a year to get up the nerve to put his hand up my shirt, but after that he got more daring and when he put his hand down my pants, I was hooked. We lost our virginities to each other when I was 18. Fucking wasn’t my favorite activity, but I loved the things that people typically call “foreplay.” I loved everything about it. I could have multiple orgasms, and I’m talking a lot. 

When I was 24, I got married. Our sex life was good, until I realized that I was way more attracted to women than I was to my husband. I left him when I was 31 for a woman I met in an AOL chat room. Although I was attracted to women, I had never even kissed a girl before I met her. I’ll never forget the first time we were together. It was all very soft, very gentle, and very wet. Unfortunately our relationship only lasted three years. 

After that I was a serial monogamist. That is until shortly after I turned 40, and my sex drive went through the roof. I started dating three women and absolutely could not get enough sex. That intense desire lasted for a couple of years. It was a very exciting time!

One of the three women I was dating and I moved in together, and we were together for several years. Then, a short time after we broke up (when I was 51 years old), something new and very unexpected happened: my sex drive disappeared completely.

I was single, so I didn’t even notice it immediately. One day I saw my vibrator in my drawer and thought, wow, that thing is gathering dust, I haven’t used it in so long! When I thought about it, I realized that not only had I not used my vibrator in almost a year, but I really hadn’t thought about sex at all. 

I’m guessing that having no sex drive when you’re in a relationship would be more difficult than when you’re single. But even though I didn’t have a partner, it bothered me because I had always been such a big fan of sex. I started using my vibrator once every three or four months, not because I was horny but just to remember what an orgasm felt like.

Meanwhile, my life was passing by. I wasn’t dating, because I liked being alone and without the desire for sex I couldn’t be bothered trying to make yet another relationship work. This serial monogamist was single for 10 years and had sex exactly zero times during that decade. It made me sad, because 51 felt far too young to give up sex forever, but I resigned myself to being alone and sexless for the rest of my life.

Then, earlier this year, I stopped taking a couple of medications and my sex drive came back with a vengeance. I felt like I was 40 again! I went from having no interest in sex to using my vibrator twice a day, sometimes more… and sometimes a lot more! Though I was so happy to have my libido back, I found myself in a new predicament. I was horny all the time, but had no one to have sex with. 

So I went on dating sites, hoping to find a woman nearby who wanted to meet up, but that didn’t happen. Back in my 40s, I lived in New York. Now I’m in a small town and there aren’t a lot of single lesbians here. After about a month of craving sex, I tried putting an ad on one of the websites stating I was looking for a man. I hadn’t had sex with a man in 30 years! But I remembered liking it a lot in the back seat of my first boyfriend’s car.

I found an interested guy quickly and I was very upfront with him. I told him I had lost my sex drive for 10 years and it had recently come back stronger than ever. He was very nice and more than happy to take me back to his apartment. When he went down on me, it was like the first time all over again. It was so good. I still wasn’t a huge fan of penetrative sex, but it was wonderful to be intimate with someone again. He and I got together a few more times, then I found a website where you could post an ad searching for sexual partners. So I did.

I still wanted to be with a woman again, though. It seemed unfathomable that I hadn’t touched a woman in 10 years. I decided if I couldn’t find a partner of my own, maybe I could play with someone else’s. So I advertised that I was looking for a couple, and soon found one. It’s astounding how many couples want to have threesomes! This couple were married and just about my age. He was very nice and fairly average looking for a 60 year old man, and she was incredibly pretty.

As I pulled into the parking lot of a very expensive hotel (which I never could have afforded by myself!) I didn’t know what to expect from the evening. The hotel was stunning and the room we were staying in was huge. We had drinks in the room, and they took me out for a lovely dinner. We all talked over delicious food and got to know each other a little. During dinner I kept thinking we’re going to get naked together later! which both excited me and made me nervous. I have to say that I don’t think I would have seriously entertained the idea of meeting a married couple for sex when I was younger. There’s something freeing about being older. 

After dinner, we went back to the hotel. The minute we walked into our room the wife said, “It’s time for sex!”. We started out just kissing with our clothes on. I kissed her, I kissed him, they kissed each other. Then we all kissed at once, which was fun but a little awkward. Once our clothes came off and she was in my arms, I instantly remembered why I love women. She was so soft and her breasts felt so good against mine. Of course, her husband got involved too, and that was fine with me. A good time was had by all. We stayed overnight and did it all again the next day. While she was sucking on one of my nipples and he was sucking on the other, I said, “I’m never having sex with just one person again.”

Since then, I have in fact had sex with just one person again. Actually, I’ve slept with a few guys, though I’m still looking for a female partner and I’m always buying batteries for my vibrator. My sex drive is still alive and well, and I have a threesome planned for this coming weekend. If it’s half as good as the last one, I’ll be very happy.

Karen Colby was the writer of Boyfriends and College Boys magazines

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[Guest Post] What Does “Total Chastity” Mean to You?

Published on by Amy

I’ve written for Total Chastity a couple of times before, and this time their team pitched me a guest post of their own! They decided to poll their customers on what “total chastity” means to them. The results are quite enlightening, so I’ll hand you over to them to tell you all about it!

Amy x

What Does “Total Chastity” Mean to You?

Running a male chastity[1] website gives us the opportunity to interact with a huge range of submissives, Dominants, and Mistresses. While we’re all here for similar reasons, each individual in the fetish community is different. Even our name, Total Chastity, invokes all kinds of ideas and fantasies for different people, so we thought it would be fun to ask the question:

“What does “total chastity” mean to you?”

Here are some of the responses we got.

[1] “Male chastity” is the term commonly used to refer to a person with a penis being locked up in a chastity cage. However, this is a bit of a misnomer as not everyone with a penis–or who enjoys this kink–is a man

“Total Chastity Means Being Locked 24/7”

Permanent chastity was one of the most common answers we got when we quizzed our customers. The idea of chastity totally taking over your life is a common one within the fetish, and many submissives aspire to reach this despite the difficulty for most people.

“Even when I was just getting started, being locked all the time was the goal. It’s harder than you think to pull off though. There’s always a day where you’re uncomfortable or don’t feel up to it. I’m still not there yet but I don’t feel like I’ll be doing “Total Chastity” until I am.”

While the idea of permanent chastity can be a tantalising carrot for many submissives, it’s not something you should dive straight into. We advise starting with small periods of time wearing the cage and increasing them gradually. Even if you need to take the cage off at night, but wear it throughout the day, you shouldn’t feel like a failure.

It’s also important to be aware of the safety implications of wearing a chastity cage long term. We like this piece by Dan Savage in which he consulted with a urologist on how to do chastity safely. 

“Total Chastity Means Having a Mistress”

While we always encourage those who want to practise male chastity alone to do so, for some it’s never enough. Despite the majority of the experience being completely possible as a solo submissive, many of the responses we got from our customers stated that they felt they wouldn’t be doing “Total Chastity” until they find themselves someone to hold the keys and to truly submit to.

“I did my time on my own, but it never really clicked until I found Mistress. You can try all the neat tricks you want like giving the key to a friend or burying it in the garden, but you can always just go get it back. Once you’ve found someone to take that dominant role over you it really changes everything. To me that’s the step that takes it from just chastity to “total chastity”.”

Even though this point of view was fairly common amongst the chastity enthusiasts we spoke to, we always encourage those with an interest in chastity to give it a try even without a partner. It can help you explore the fetish, figure out which parts you like and dislike, and go into a partnered relationship more prepared with an idea of what you want to get out of it. There are also more and more products coming out to help support solo submissives such as app locking cages, and online keyholding services, which can give you an idea of what it’ll be like having a real Mistress, Master, or Dominant.

“Total Chastity Means More Than a Cage”

Anyone can put on a chastity cage. Anyone can wear one for hours or even days. But does that make them a chastity submissive? For many of our customers, the bit that comes after putting on the cage is what really defines “total chastity”.

“When I first started, I think I mind- gamed myself a bit. For some reason I thought once I’d bought a chastity device and put it on that would be it. Really though, it was only the beginning. Once the initial excitement wore off, reality started to set in. For me the things you do while you’re wearing the cage are so much more important than just the act of locking up your junk. Only once you start to live your life as a submissive do you truly start to experience “total chastity”.”

A lot of stores are only really in it to sell you a cage. Once they’ve made the sale, you’re left to figure out the rest on your own. Luckily there are plenty of resources online to help, including forums where you can talk to others who’ve gone through exactly the same process when they started out.

At Total Chastity, we want to be part of this process. That’s why we regularly post an array of chastity themed content that can help you not just with choosing and buying a cage, but what to do after you’ve put it on.

“Total Chastity Means Total Submission”

A slightly more philosophical answer that we got from some of our customers was focused on the submissive component of the chastity process. These answers were massively varied, but followed the same general theme that there was a moment during the experience where it truly felt that they were powerless and “became a true submissive”. For these individuals, that “moment” is what it means to experience “total chastity”.

“There wasn’t one specific thing that I can think of. It was more like I’d crossed a bridge and there was no going back. I’d gone through the motions for months and yeah, it was fun and interesting. But one day it just clicked. She was in control. My cock was hers. Nothing I said or did would change that. That was my “total chastity” moment.”

It’s difficult to pin down a specific thing that would give you this “moment”. All we can really do if you’re looking for it is to keep exploring and trying different aspects of chastity, experimenting and exploring to figure out what works for you.

“Total Chastity Means Total Chastity”

Hearing these points of view from our customers was a fascinating experienced which reaffirmed our own beliefs. Total Chastity isn’t about one specific thing. It’s the whole experience that matters, and it is deeply personal.

That’s why we aim to focus on providing as much of that experience as possible. From quality cages to in depth advice. From chatting to submissives and Dominants on social media to trying out as many cages as we can. Total Chastity is our mission, and we aim to deliver it to all who want to experience it–whatever that means to you.

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