The positive impact sertraline has had on my life is much greater than its side effects – and it’s prompted me to try some new tricks in the bedroom too.
Sex isn't the same as it once was now I’m unable to offer what I once could. But sex still exists.
A year after catching the virus, I’m realising the way I used to enjoy sex is no longer possible.
Like many women, I was afraid to delve into the world of self-pleasure. But for the first time I felt like I had the space to explore my body without embarrassment.
One email screwed with my sexuality for years before I realised I was just a scapegoat for another person’s bad behaviour.
With no LGBT sex education, I grew up copying what I saw in porn – adopting not just the techniques but the harmful stereotypes too.
I often struggle to feel sexually adequate in a body which falls short of our cis-centric society’s standards for ‘proper men’. This is what it’s like.
Another national lockdown has forced us apart, but late night phone calls are keeping that flame flickering until we can meet again.
My hygiene complex had always put me off trying. But after a chat with friends, I made teaching myself a new lockdown project.
The pandemic forced us back here. Now, the thought of my parents catching even a snatch of an excited moan is deeply, profoundly cringeworthy.