Big Mouth is now available in print!

Big Mouth is now in zine form! Each zine will include essays, articles, memoir, song lyrics, and poetry revolving around a specific topic. The first, of course, is sex.

Want one? Fill out the form below and include your address in the comments box. I’ll reply with my PayPal link.

Option 2: You can go directly to my PayPal account by clicking here. You’ll enter your address with your payment and I’ll send the zine ASAP!

I’m selling the zines for $5 to cover shipping and printing. If you can’t afford it, we’ll work something out!



How 12-Step Programs Perpetuate Rape Culture

As most of you know, I no longer attend 12-step meetings. When I first told people I was backing away, I made a conscious effort to not offend anyone or talk shit on the program. Okay, well, I’m done doing that. Toxic people and systems encourage the kind of fear I’ve been sitting with — the kind that keeps people silent.

Y’all fucked with a big mouth.

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Cut You Open, Crawl Inside

By Jia Sung for my piece.

The following is the result of me trying to fit a bunch of thoughts about love, sex, and intimacy into a single piece. It came out as a poem… or a list… or something. It’s a quick and probably painless read that dips into things like saying “I love you” too quickly, unfortunate standards around intimacy, and ineffective healing strategies.

Can I plz sleep inside ur skin, bb?

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Writing updates!

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Really trying to channel my inner Lisbeth lately.

Hey dudes. It’s been an exciting week!

My creative nonfiction was published for the first time EVER. You can find it at Narratively, an incredible website that features a new nonfiction essay every weekday. My piece revolves around my prostitution history and **it might be triggering for those with sexual trauma**

Here’s a clip: “I had nothing left. The end of my relationship with Beth and the hiatus from my career exposed me to a hideous truth: I had been trapped in a trauma cycle dating back to my youth. The hands that typed out Craigslist ads, the legs that spread in strangers’ cars, and the mouth that took in wrinkled flesh – those things weren’t mine. They belonged to my past. They belonged to the part of me that still felt voiceless, choiceless, and desperate for something resembling love from men who had none to offer.”

Click here to read the full version!

I’m also the new coauthor of the “More Than Borderline” blog at HealthyPlace. You can find my intro page here and my first blog post here.


Threesomes, empaths, and dead animals


Uh. I am not a poet. I did, however, enroll in a poetry class at my local community college to keep myself from stagnating. The prof hated my guts until I turned in a sexually explicit poem about threesomes last week. She REALLY likes writing about sex. I know this because she often reads us her weird sex poems. Now we’re cool.

Here’s the poem that saved me from gaining a 50-year-old archenemy. You should not be reading it if you are related to me. TURN BACK RIGHT NOW, MOM. I’M SERIOUS.

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