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Tag Archives: sex blogging
One of my guiltiest pleasures is my addiction to the CBS series The Mentalist. I’ve had a girlie crush on Simon Baker for 20 years, and there’s something about a smart, cynical, fun-loving, light-hearted genius crimesolver that taps into my childhood passion for Encyclopedia Brown and the Hardy Boys. (We’ll get you yet, Bugs Meany.) [...]
For everything I’ve published this week, four have gone into the depths, filed under lock and key, not fit for sharing. Too personal, too exploratory, too unconnected, too any-number-of-things. A lot of what I batted around regards my relationship with sex: Where it’s been, where it went, why it changed, why it matters, what it [...]
I had an end-of-the-night chat on Twitter with my friend Tris Hussey (@TrisHussey), one of Vancouver’s best WP blogging smartie-pants, about the strange life of being a vanilla girl in a sex-blogger-world. It’s had me thinking since, which is why I like smartie-pants like Tris. See, he thinks the world needs more sex-positive voices — especially [...]
As a so-called sex writer, I went off the reservation a long, long time ago. As a writer, I’m writing a book, and it means revisiting all my work from the last few years. In the process, I’m tagging & categorizing all my posts so you’ll have an easier time to search relevant topics. But, boy, [...]
It’s funny, this whole “sex blogger community” thing. I’m all for it, but I don’t feel part of it at all. Not because people don’t include me, they do. It’s just… it’s complicated. I’ve always felt this way, but in the recent months my feelings have been given a boost and now I feel sort [...]
I’ve had an email or two that has asked what I think about bloggers getting outted and shit like that. I got outted last year. My name is Steffani Cameron, all right? I really don’t give a fuck who knows, ‘cos anyone with a nickel and half a brain can run my handle through Google and [...]