one sick f—
There’s a lot of debate about whether people with narcissistic personality disorder and/or who are high on the narcissism spectrum are born the way they are (nature) or become the…
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…