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This is a little story I wrote. I think every girl has been in this position to a lesser or greater degree. It’s painful to experience these emotions but it’s important to talk about them. People often paint a picture of being single as an amazing sexual free for all but they always leave out how it actually feels to have no strings sex. Admittedly it’s not consistently like this. I know a lot of people who enjoy anonymous sex, one night stands or being the other half of a fuck buddy. However when you’re in a place when all you want is for someone to love you, take care of you and appreciate you as a human being having sex with someone who does none of those things will most certainly make you feel this way. I wrote after having a conversation with my friend today about how badly some people treat others, especially after having sex with them. This isn’t true but I think we can all take parts of this and relate to it. I can.

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I feel his hands attack my waist. My skin slides across his bedsheets. I grab at his headboard, trying to get away from his advances.
‘My pussy is so sore…’ I protest pathetically.
This is technically true. We’d fucked 8 times today.
‘You can take it’ he commands and drags me into the middle of his bed. Towering over me menacingly, his presence is undeniable. He bends me over pushing me into his pillow.
‘Please!’ I moan half muffled.
‘Fine’ he grunts reaching over to his bedside table to pick up the tiny bottle of lube that lies beside me.
He coats his hand in it and slowly strokes my vagina.
All day he has used me. Spat on me, slapped me, and anally penetrated me. Beat me with the back of a hairbrush until I cried. Throat fucked me until I almost threw up. This is the only kind notion he has demonstrated towards me today and I can’t but help feel enamoured by him. It’s the time honoured tradition of females falling for men who treat them badly.
His fingers gently massage in the last bit of lube. I inwardly groan knowing that he’ll be back to slamming my ladyparts as hard as he can soon.
I scream out in pain as his dick enters my used up vaj. The lube barely helps as I feel his whole girth force its way inside of me.
He fucks me quickly. His balls slap against my thighs.
I am nothing more than a set of holes to him.
‘It hurts!’ I cry out, I want him to stop. Badly.
‘Shut up’.
His hands grab my bruised bottom and I feel him squeezing as hard as he can.
It makes me whimper in pain.
I wish he was done. I wish he would spunk inside me for the ninth time so I could get into my own bed and clutch my swollen pussy. If only he’d spare me and wank off into the toilet. But he won’t.
He notices I’m distracting myself from him. From his torturous fucking. He pulls at my hair as hard as he can. I feel the blood rush to my head. It makes me dizzy.
‘Oi, you stupid whore’ he pounds me again, this time much rougher.
My vagina feels as if it is being ripped apart. I am one hundred percent sure there’s tearing down below. It would not surprise me if I was bleeding.
It hurts.
How it hurts. The friction from his cock is too much to take.
I want to cry. But I can’t reveal this side of myself to him.
I’m vulnerable though.
I can only take so much without any compassion. I’m not made of stone, however much I want him to think I am.
He thrusts madly into me again, over and over and over. Non-stop fucking is driving me crazy. I used to be one of those people who enjoyed sex. Until I met him. Until he sucked it out of me. Until I felt someone fuck me when I wasn’t stimulated enough.
He has to be almost done, surely?
His member is like sandpaper inside me.
Then finally as he squirts his hot sperm inside me I gasp out loud.
Curled up in a foetus position on his bed small, silent tears escape my right eye. I so desperately want him to cradle me in his arms, kiss my forehead, pull the blankets over me and tell me how much he loves me.
Except he won’t do any of that, because he doesn’t love me and I don’t love him. He’s just another man who I’ve let have sex with me.
Yet another guy I’ve fucked because I think he’s going to somehow end up as my boyfriend one day. The reality is he won’t. As soon as I leave his door he’ll stop returning my text messages and move on to another less insecure, less promiscuous girl who he’ll inevitably start a loving relationship with. What will I be left with?
‘I’m going now’ I say rubbing my eyes.
He scrunches his dick in his hand, letting his flaccid member slap his right leg. He giving me a look of self-pity.
I get dressed and leave.
I hang around on his front doorstep for a while. Letting what I have done sink in a little.
He opens his bedroom window. I can hear him on the phone to someone.
‘Hi baby girl. When are you coming home? I miss you.’
Not even a one night stand. Just a cheap fuck from a disgusting prick who can’t keep his dick inside his pants.
Typical.

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I currently live in a shoebox apartment room in an ugly block of flats in Elephant and Castle. My window only opens a fraction of the way due to ‘growing suicide concerns’ and my kitchen smells of rotting food and corner shop vodka. But perhaps the most irritating factor of them all is the never ending noise levels coming from the courtyard below my bedroom.

For the past two months I have barely slept. Unable to drift off from the awful 90s European pop music coming loudly from next door. My flatmates are also frequently drunk and noisy. To try and solve my problems I asked my twin sister for help.

‘Just get addicted to Zopiclone,’ she said nonchalantly. ‘All you have to do is cry to your Doctor and they’ll hand it over, simple. It solves all my comedowns’ she slurred over the phone. ‘I’ll bear that in mind…’ I mumble, thinking it was the best advice I was going to get from a kethead.

Despite not sleeping my social life has been unusually blossoming. Last Saturday I went to a party in a squat with my friend Jimma. It was everything I had ever wanted in a night. God bless you Scumoween. Except I lost my passport and dictaphone whilst having an out of body trip on a balloon. You win some you loose some.

Brick, a film by Rian Johnson is a strangely mysterious white knuckle ride into the heart of darkness. Combining the gritty, engaging elements of film noir with a tale of high school adolescence, Brick is an immensely consistent take on the classic detective stories.

Set in the middle of Nowherseville USA, the story follows Brendon, a lonely, heartbroken teenager desperate to win back the affections of his beautiful ex-girlfriend. However his determination to reconnect his relationship with his ex (Emilie de Ravin) turns into a much darker quest when he finds her body face down in a shallow river bank…


 

Harmony Korine, to those who are not familiar with the name, is an eccentric, independent film maker who has written and produced some of the most engaging films of the 1990s. I also look up to him enormously, as he was just my age when he wrote one my favourite films of all time – the 1995 wake up call to the world, Kids.

After the success of Kids Korine then went on to write and direct a stream of artsy yet highly controversial films, such as Ken Park, Julien Donkey-Boy and his directoral debut Gummo. Some called his films an ‘unintelligable mess’ others, notably film maker Gus Van Sant praised his work. But like it or loathe it Korine’s voice as a film maker was being heard.

Gummo (1997)

Korine is, much like his films, a living, breathing art installation. A piercingly beautiful, commandingly funny, ugly self-indulgent mess, who has helped to sculpt a dead art form into an 8mm masterpiece unto which is his filmography. Despite a sharp decline from mainstream culture since the early days of Kids and the vignette dream that was Gummo Harmony will always have a place within the matrix of cinematography. Defined as a white trash Tarantino his powerfully arresting work echo’s a culture of real filmmaking that this decade has forgotten.

 

Like most people my age, one of the things I enjoy talking about the most is sex. I’m at an age where it’s socially acceptable to gloss over the finer details of your sex life with your friends and there not to be a problem with that. But aside from gossiping with girlfriends over my personal experiences I think that sex in itself is a highly interesting and somewhat taboo subject.

I can’t speak for everyone when I say this but I was certainly brought up to believe that sex in any form was a shameful and sinful act that only married men or women could participate in. But as I grew older and especially after I lost my virginity I found that sex wasn’t as bad as my conservative mother once told me it was. But the worst part about growing up not knowing about sex was being completely clueless when it came to meeting guys. So instead of gaining some sort of sexual knowledge from my parents I watched a lot of porn instead. I also dated a string of older men who taught me in essence what I know today. But why should young people these days have to date people five years their senior or constantly visit Redtube to understand the very basics of having a sexual relationship?

The answer is; they shouldn’t. I want young people to know about sex and to have a sound understanding of what a modern day relationship means. So I have decided to spend the next couple of months writing and preparing a documentary which exposes taboo sex. Taboo sex is basically the side of sex you’re parents, teachers or maybe even friends would never tell you about. For me taboo sex is two (or more) people engaging in a sexual act that would otherwise be considered abnormal to the general public. For example people practicing BDSM, polygamy or even people who get paid to have sex on camera are all taboo subjects. I intend to explore all three of them on camera in order for young people to truly understand sex and sexual freedom.

In the meantime if you want to learn more about unusual or taboo sex Karley Sciortino aka Slutever does a great show on Vice.com that tackles this issue. See it here!

I’ll keep you updated in the coming months as to what is happening with this project. But feel free to ask any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them all.