Rubyyy Jones: Touch

Hello darlings! I am riding high on the full moon Valentines craziness that we've just passed through and it feels good. I feel exhausted in many ways but most of them feel excellent. I have been pushing my body a bit more in the last couple months, being gentle, but also challenging myself in my... Continue Reading →

Flicking the bean: Women and solo sex

It's strange that there are still things the majority of us do, but that vast swathes of people also somehow manage to disapprove of. I'm not talking about disapproving of something supposedly 'abnormal' - although ideally no one would do that either - or something completely natural but undertaken at wholly inappropriate moments. No, this... Continue Reading →

What happened to Valentine’s Day?

I'm not a fan of Valentine's Day. It's a Hallmark Holiday designed to make you feel guilty for not buying lots of unnecessarily pink/red/heart-shaped tat in order to show someone you care about them. Because, how could you possibly really care about someone if you don't buy them gifts on an arbitrary date, right? As... Continue Reading →

What is fashion?

If someone asked you to describe fashion, what would you say? Do you think of Vogue, catwalk shows and umpteen super-cool fashion bloggers? Do you love the latest Prada menswear collection, faithfully follow trends, or utterly detest being told what to wear? When talking about clothing, many people assume that the umbrella term fashion refers... Continue Reading →

Love your body

Back in March, I wrote about how these so-called 'real' women the media are always banging on about don't always have curves. I pointed out that actual real women come in a pleasing variety of shapes sizes. Fat, thin, old or young, each of us is a unique combination of race, nationality, height, weight, build,... Continue Reading →

Women, men and body image

Back in 2003, I wrote a piece for The F-Word on body image. I was in my late 20s and only just managing to get to grips with the fact that my body's outward appearance didn't match the image I had of it in my head. I had begun to summon the self-confidence to say... Continue Reading →

Can I call you?

I can't remember anyone asking for my phone number on the street, on a bus, or in a bar. Strangers hardly ever approach me with the purpose of telling me I'm hot but, even on the very rare occasions when they do, they never ask if they can call me. (They just stalk me for... Continue Reading →

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