My Girl For Christmas

I've always been much more of an advocate for sex over making love. Yes, they are two very different things. A good fuck will leave me glowing and warm afterwards, hardly able to move. Whenever I have made love in the past I'm left with a lot of emotions I'm not really sure how to express - I'm sure you're always supposed to say something meaningful afterwards and I'm just not good at that.

Guys, last night I made love to my GF for the first time. The only people I've ever made love to have been guys (yes, for a queer girl I've had way too much sex with guys. Don't ask, whole other story). The GF and I always have a good, healthy dose of sex, the occasional hot, fast fuck and lately, a light sprinkle of some D/s play mixed in (the handcuffs we got are adorable!). Last night we made love.

Christmas Gifts

So it's that time of year again! Debating about Christmas gifts. Scrapbooks for family, Christmas cards for friends... still don't know what to get for the GF! Aaaaah, help please!

Queer As A Superhero

I always get really excited by superheroes. I'm not much of a comic girl - my nerdgasms come from RPGs, fixing my girlfriend's computer and Pokémon. But I love the idea of someone that runs around in spandex and a cape defeating the bad guys. Where the world is so simple, bad and good are black and white - the guy breeding mutant worms to take over the city is the bad guy and the guy that is stops him is the good guy. Makes me happy.

Then I came out and suddenly found my world immersed in gay. I watched a million and one lesbian movies that I had never known existed before and had all these new TV shows to watch. My gay education progressed at a rapid pace for the good part of a year. Then I got into Queer as Folk and was SO excited by the gay superhero in it. Rage was hot, liked kissing boys and fought to save them from all that was bad in the world. He was my new favourite thing. Then I heard that Marvel was going to reveal their new gay superhero in real life, and I tried to cynically pretend that I didn't care about them jumping on the bandwagon but secretly I could hardly contain my excitement.