Why I don't write about super personal stuff in public anymore

Content notes: discussions of trauma, emotional abuse, non-consensual spanking, invalidation, and social media harassment; mentions of daddy dom/little girl roleplay and death threats

It feels weird to be a sex writer and still be scared to share stuff that’s “too” personal, “too” vulnerable.

Of course, everyone is entitled to their boundaries and their privacy, including sex writers. But this sense of protectiveness over my private life is relatively new for me. In my early twenties I regularly and happily recounted tales of my wildest wishes and hardest heartbreaks, my weird hookups and tumultuous relationships. It felt like – and was – a way to process what was happening to me, and what I was learning. It felt useful, and indeed, I got plenty of messages from people who told me that my intimate overshares helped them feel less alone, less broken.