I like sex parties, but only if they’re queer and kinky. I’m less fussy about biscuits.

I can’t think of a bad biscuit. Some biscuits are better than others, of course. I enjoy everyday biscuits, your basic garibaldis, custard creams, and bourbons. I won’t even turn my nose up at a digestive on occasion, as long as there’s a nice cup of tea to dunk it in and a good book.

At sex parties it’s different. It’s very important to have really good biscuits, and here’s why.

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Desire

Sex can be exquisite and opulent. It can be a gooey, delicious melt in the mouth experience. When I see the tea table at a sex party, I…


Ten days ago, my eyes opened for the first time.

I woke in a hospital bed. I had surgery to bring my heart closer to the surface. Some of us call it top surgery, some call it a bilateral mastectomy. The surgeon removed a layer of insulation, a piece of my armour that I never asked to put on. I came around, raw and bleeding and new. I awoke to find I was in a world where I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

I had a life before this. I remember it. There was a fierce urgency in the weeks before I went into hospital, a need to finish all…


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Last October there was fear in our house.

We were facing a winter of lockdown with a house full of kids, and we were scared. Afraid for our children, afraid for our mental health. Afraid that after a tough year we were going into a tougher winter under resourced and depleted.

I bought a hundred spring flowering bulbs, then a hundred more. Not knowing this, she also brought a box full home. Over a few weeks, around four hundred bulbs went into our soil last autumn.

Each one was a gift and a promise and a hope. We will get through this. Spring will come. These little dry…


Our local heron is a poser, but in the secret half-dawn light I felt I’d caught her in a private moment.

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The pair of wagtails arrived later, almost in full daylight, speaking to one another with tweets and twitches.

These creatures who shared a moment with me while I drank my morning tea became the centre of the experience. Often I see rabbits or squirrels, occasionally deer or a fox. A part of me always hopes that I’ll see something exciting, something unusual. There’s a hierarchy of rarity. There’s delight and surprise when I hear a rustle or a splash. But that’s not why I make my tea in a flask in the dark and leave the house.

This is a…

Dan Thomas

Dan Thomas is a queer non binary trans man in the UK. He is a parent, neuroqueer and a writer.

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