hidden junk
I once told a then-lover not to send me pictures of his penis. Ever. “Why not?” he queried. “Because you never know where such pictures might end up,” I answered….
ode to a little #pink bullet
In spring 2019, I visited an adult toy store for the first time in years. I’m not in the least bit embarrassed about being in a sex shop — I…
what i got at the *** shop
In February/March 2019, I needed to replace my vibrator (more about that here and here). It took me close to six months to report back on what I found…
a lover’s lament
I once had a lover who insisted on keeping me waiting. This poem is about that. a lover’s lament © 2019 punkie a lover’s lament i count the…
i write poetry (for an imaginary lover)
When a flesh and blood partner isn’t available, there are other ways to meet one’s needs… i write poetry (for imaginary lover) © 2019 punkie i write…
the game of love: knockin’ down the door of the candy store
Boom. When it happens, it’s all in the game of love. The game of love – Santana Tell me Just what you want me to be One…
at the toy store
I worked at The Love Shop in Calgary for two years in the early 1980s, long before adult games and toys became the phenomenon they are today. Back then, in…
can you say “vibrator?”
What do you when your vibrator has a loose connection (and cuts out at the most inopportune times!), and, because you have recently moved to a new town, you don’t…