It’s happening: I’m finally addressing my relationship with my feminism, which I call ‘hypocrite’. This is a post I’ve always wanted to write, but that I’m writing just now, on the back of recent conversations I’ve had in the pole…
Something’s up with activist Instagram in Italy: the accounts of high-profile feminist, queer, LGBTQIA+, survivor sex- and body-positive activists are being deleted, sometimes twice in a week. I spoke with some of them to try and figure out what’s happening.…
This post is half a personal essay, and half a review of one of the vibrators from the Satisfyer Luxury Range. Why? Because unlike many women I know, I was very late to masturbation – and that has made me…
The past couple of years since I’ve rebranded as Blogger On Pole have become a whirlwind of chats, meet-ups and binge-reading (or listening) to articles, talks and podcasts by the incredible members of the social media sex-positive communities who are…
This week I’ve decided to do that very emo thing where I promote being unapologetic about yourself and your weirdness, whether it’s about your social media, your dating life, your awkwardness, or whatever it is that makes you you. I realise this…
One of my first nights out when I moved back to London was an East London Strippers Collective party. Since then (September 2017), the ELSC have become – if possible – even more vocal about strippers and sex workers’ rights,…
Since I’ve become a pole dancer, I have noticed that most people believe that I either have a very exciting love life, or that I’m a big hoe. I love expectation versus reality scenarios, so I thought I could compare…
Last week at the first London Blogging Event I had the opportunity to learn from a variety of different successful bloggers. One of them particularly caught my eye because of her drive and her fascinating story: Valerie Wyndham, wrestling presenter,…
I went on Facebook, shared an article about the Aziz Ansari case and it all turned into a very interesting social experiment of two groups of people talking to each other without listening. In the wake of the Time’s Up…
