Monthly Archives: November 2010


An extract from my trans gigalo story, ‘Scotland the Brave’ in Erotic Brits 2: Sexy Scotland (U.K)

It’s easy to look like an extra from Braveheart when you’ve already got long hair.
Wearing a kilt is second nature when you’ve worn skirts for years. Binding my tits isn’t such a bother as they’re pretty small anyway. My name’s Bobby. And I’m real happy with my world.

I could tell you that my Pappie always wanted a boy; that he was overcompensating with me, and I rebelled as a result. But to tell you the truth, my old Pa was camp as tits. End of story.

Before he passed away he told me a thing or two; he said that his was a
marriage of convenience, to keep both families and a bustling church happy. My Mam had left when I was a wee girl; she ran off with an Icelandic fishing magnate. So Pappie raised me on his lonesome, and he told me he had never been happier. Sure I had to wear girls clothes to the church-run school, as things were pretty strict back then, but as soon as I got home he would have my trousers waiting, a shirt, more often than not, one that he stitched himself, and a comic, still warm from where he pressed it flat.

I started living a double-life when I was nine years old. You cannae get that kind
of skill and experience nowadays. Not unless I’d lived in San Francisco, and Pappie had danced in a go-go cage. Mind you, I had to be brave on many occasions, but this is a land of heroes after all. And if bravery didn’t sustain me, then I was good at bluffing too.

Since my Pa went to join the heavenly chorus, I’ve earned a crust living pretty
much as a man. I’ve worked as a welder, done a little chicken farming, and even poked holes in doughnuts during the slow season. I’m a very flexible lad after all.

I love the ladies, and thank William Wallace that drag kings have finally taken
their rightful place in the world, but even global trends take many a year to find their way to Scotland. What I did, I did off my own back, using my own brain.

Erotic Brits 2: Sexy Scotland (U.S)

Photo from the Telegraph which also runs an article on kilt controversy!

Why I still hate Stonewall


Have you seen those ads on telly for video games?  They are usually swish, with gorgeous graphics, and promise hours of entertainment.  But then you look at the bottom of the screen to see the words, ‘Images not of actual gameplay’ which is a posh way of saying, ‘Don’t even think you’ll get to take part in something this good looking.’

That’s what Stonewall means to me.  Sure the (English branch) has the word, bisexual in the title, but if you are actually bisexual and need help and support from these guys, then I refer you to the disclaimer above.  Stonewall does the exact opposite of what it says on the tin.  Their wonderful health initiative for lesbian and bisexual women has the phrase, ‘Love your inner lesbian’ displayed on everything from keyrings to t-shirts. Bisexual women don’t magically become lesbian when they’re having sex with other women, but Stonewall really don’t seem to give a toss.  Their report of bisexuality in the workplace is the only thing they’ve done where they even mention the B word more than once.  Seems like bisexuals are good enough to include in the title of their other reports, but once you get into the body of the work, good luck spotting it again.

I particularly hate English Stonewall because trans people are not included.  The name Stonewall comes from an event started by trans people who fought back against police brutality, and thus sparked off the Stonewall riots in the U.S.  But they are not included in the work of this charity at all.  But then maybe that’s a favour to trans people, because no matter how much I hate Stonewall, they seem to hate bisexual and trans people much, much more.

Image from Halo: the unofficial guide


The world is not full of Attractive People and Unattractive People. It’s full of people who are attractive to some and not to others. I hear from trolls all the time who complain that they don’t want to be “forced” to find nasty, ugly fat women attractive–which utterly baffles me, since the last thing I want to do is encourage fat-hating dicks to date fat women. You don’t find fat people attractive? Fabulous. Don’t date them. I will find a way to pick myself up and move on without your love. But to assume your lack of sexual interest in fat chicks must be universal–or that the mere existence of self-confident fat people having healthy relationships somehow “forces” you to find fat attractive–is the height of fucking narcissism.

Bloody hell, I totally need this tattooed up and down my arm!

Re-blogged from Kate Harding


I’m very proud to say that I’ve been invited to give a talk at the University of Manchester’s LGBT student union this coming Tuesday 16th November.  I’ll be talking about my experiences as a bisexual writer of erotic fiction, and as such it will be different to my regular readings.  I’m only slightly nervous…

So if you want to join me, more details are on the group’s facebook page.  

I hope to see you (yes, you!) there at 6.00pm at the Peer Support Centre, Barnes Wallis Centre


“I was only a little girl when I started following the fascists home.”

My story, Skinheads, appears in Best Women’s Erotica 2011.  I received my author copy yesterday, and was surprised at seeing my story actually in print.  I looked at the lines and remembered why I was so nervous about sending this story off.  It’s all well and good to say that we as consenting adults are free to desire whoever we like regardless of gender, race or sexuality, but when I wrote Skinheads, I was petrified.  You see, this story gets very close to home for me.  I used to follow skinhead boys around as a little girl, just like the heroine of the story.  But unlike her I never felt I could do much about it until very recently.  I never dared to tell anyone of my attraction because it felt beyond taboo.  Black women and girls were expected to keep their thoughts to themselves.  We were there to be used by black men, and not to dare venture outside that barbed-wire fence.

When I read Skinheads out loud to friends I was surprised that they understood and identified with the main character.  So many had wanted something they thought they couldn’t or shouldn’t have.  As for me, I wouldn’t want to bump into a fascist on a dark night, but not all skinheads are fascists.  Those who take on the skinhead look don’t necessarily take on the politics of hate.  Well not always.

There are many types of people who do something special to me.  But I am still attracted to skinheads; the suede fuzz as I stroke my hand over pale skin feels incredible. A pair of shiny Doctor Martens; so tall that they seem to go on forever is a thing of bliss for me, no matter the gender of the person wearing them.  When the great look is combined with a genuine smile, twinkling eyes, and a willingness to bend over and take it like a…  Well let’s just say those are plus points too.

Best Women’s Erotica 2011 is published by Cleis Press edited by Violet Blue

Photo: Doctor Marten’s Nina Boot