tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62807652011-11-21T18:26:15.027ZDiary of a sex fiendthegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comBlogger6281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-76801141716005545362011-11-16T23:40:00.001Z2011-11-16T23:53:55.303Z

I've been very busy over the last few months and I'm proud to finally announce what I've been working on: Sex Appeal - a fund raising comedy night taking place in January at London's Bloomsbury Theatre, on behalf of the young people's sexual health charity Brook.Regular readers will know that I'm an ambassador for Brook, and that I am passionate about the wonderful work that they do. So it gives

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-64026260789006506692011-11-07T23:25:00.006Z2011-11-08T09:45:59.782Z

Earlier today, I asked for recommendations of female comedians to follow/go and see live. The lovely people of Twitter did not disappoint; here is (in no particular order, but I have eliminated any non-UK based ones, sorry) the full list of recommendations from almost a hundred people:Jen BristerAndi OshoSarah MillicanShappi KhorsandiHelen ArneyJoanna NearyMiranda HartSusan CalmanJosie

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-9761435671942904122011-06-17T16:48:00.001+01:002011-06-17T16:54:16.901+01:00

I've often wanted to write a homage to Diamond Geezer's wonderful Single Life posts, but his succinct descriptions of single vs. coupled life are far better than I could ever come up with.But I've been thinking about this quite a lot recently, and here are some I'd like to share:Single: You can have sex with whoever you want, whenever you want.Coupled: You have the best, most intimate, sex ever

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-64781124196500356072011-06-08T17:18:00.002+01:002011-06-08T17:24:36.636+01:00

It's not about 'reclaiming' the word slut; it's about opposing victim-blaming and challenging the sexist double-standards with regards to sexuality.I'll be there on Saturday to make my voice heard, I hope you will too.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-85049695956118077732010-05-20T17:49:00.001+01:002010-05-20T17:58:18.977+01:00

PRESS RELEASEZOE MARGOLIS VS. THE INDEPENDENT ON SUNDAYOn 7th March 2010, The Independent on Sunday newspaper seriously defamed Ms. Margolis by referring to her as a “hooker” in the title of an article that she wrote for them, published in both the paper and online editions.The resulting effect of this libel was immeasurable, and Ms. Margolis was forced to issue legal proceedings against

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-72857899478862690352010-04-16T14:14:00.000+01:002010-04-16T14:14:18.441+01:00

Dear Men,Yes you. All of you. We need to talk.Allow me to bring something to your attention, if I may. That being the problem of how you sit. Everywhere you are, you always seem to sit in the same way: with your legs spread widely apart; whether on the tube, in an office, or in that coffee shop in Soho last week, where you distracted me from my writing a post on my blog.Here’s the thing: unless

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-9461280453177304582010-04-15T16:02:00.000+01:002010-04-15T16:03:41.766+01:00

THE GIRL’S GUIDE TO… Men: How To Get Laid When You Place An Advert On A Casual Sex Website.1. Be grammatically correct. Placing an ad that is badly spelled or with terrible sentence construction doesn't bode well to anyone reading it; it just makes you appear stupid. Plus, you'll look like you're typing with only one hand, which although might be true, really won't assist you: horniness is no

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-14178326180242464062010-04-14T12:45:00.000+01:002010-04-14T12:45:49.400+01:00

‘Social networking’ can really be such a double-edged sword.After meeting, you become friends on Facebook. You follow one another on Twitter, add each other as Flickr contacts and share your Upcoming events info. Soon you’re reading each other’s blogs, and sharing links you think are interesting, or pictures you hope they’ll enjoy. You view their private Tumblr with relish, and smile when you see

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-74183489756431547992010-03-22T12:58:00.003Z2010-03-22T13:09:57.855Z

Popping in very quickly to say I'll be doing a talk at Soho Theatre on Wednesday (a few tickets are still available) and also appearing on a panel discussing feminism alongside Kat Banyard and Tessa Walker after Tuesday evening's performance of Eigengrau at the Bush Theatre (sold out, sorry).You can also catch me at the London Twestival on Thursday, where I'll be donating some signed books for

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-20914203556534569172010-03-14T16:59:00.004Z2010-03-14T23:31:59.091Z

On the record, and in print.You can read my article of last week (with amended –though still offensive– headline) here.I'm incredibly upset and distraught about all this, as you might well imagine.Further info:GawkerNew StatesmanPress GazetteJournalism.co.ukTabloid Watch

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-20905705844064868102010-03-02T03:09:00.001Z2010-03-02T03:11:20.701Z

I've been trying to figure out why I'm taking the jealousy thing so hard. I mean, we split some time ago, and I truly thought I was happy with it all, but right now - christ - I'm hurting, and I'm confused as to why the pain seems bad now, when I (and he, for that matter) have already mourned the ending of 'us'.Thinking about it (with my head, as opposed to my pained heart, I mean), I guess it's

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-25117992645940277662010-02-18T15:55:00.004Z2010-03-02T01:58:20.945Z

I'm currently busily swotting away, preparing for an appearance on BBC2's The Review Show (previously known as Newsnight Review) tomorrow night, and wanted to ask a favour of one of you kind readers. I don't own a VCR or DVR (some geek I am, right?), so I'd be very grateful if someone could please record the show (11.00-11.45PM) and upload it to YouTube and/or send me the digital file so that I

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-39121670518635071422010-02-17T14:41:00.003Z2010-02-18T15:54:56.234Z

As a thank you to all the readers of this blog, I'd like to offer the opportunity to be one of the first people to read the new book, before it is officially published (5th March) or available in the bookshops or Amazon. If you sign up here - first hundred people only! - then you'll have the chance to obtain the book, have it signed by me, and enjoy (hopefully) a book reading and Q&A with me. Be

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-73906632978843116792010-02-14T17:25:00.002Z2010-02-14T17:29:31.082Z

My feelings about New York are no secret; here's my love letter to the city, in today's Observer Magazine.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-84785811013665524542010-02-14T04:06:00.003Z2010-02-14T04:18:25.288Z

I suppose I thought I was over it. Over him, I mean. It wasn’t an acrimonious break-up; we split because we both accepted that we couldn’t make it – us – work, much as we wanted it to. We’ve remained close, part of each other’s lives, best mates, even; we’re in contact daily. But some while ago we stopped being a couple, and with that came the painful acceptance that we eventually had to move on,

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-50789197592474311272009-11-27T03:30:00.001Z2009-11-27T03:37:58.412Z

I opened the front door and guided them both into the kitchen. I offered up the only item in the fridge, a bottle of wine, but they both declined. For a moment I wondered if my instincts had been wrong. It’s not that I was concerned for my safety by having two men I didn’t know in my kitchen: they were attending the same conference as I was, and we’d met through the small, very-connected

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-89541892513613564442009-10-30T17:17:00.003Z2009-11-04T22:57:56.580Z

I'm still here, just been very, very busy. I have at least half a dozen almost-finished blog posts sitting on my laptop which I will publish as soon as I get the chance. I'm only human, so cut me some slack, ta.In the meantime, you can always follow me on Twitter, or keep up with my news on Facebook; and if you're a first time visitor here, dropping in via the television documentary screened on

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-73894933805433877972009-08-03T16:23:00.000+01:002009-08-03T16:23:55.418+01:00

As regular readers will know, I only rarely plug products on this blog. Mostly this is because –a) Sexbloggers' reviews of sex toys are dull as fuck to read;b) Many sex toys are crap and not worth discussing;c) I've better things to write about (when I have time);– so I don't see the point in regularly churning out dross detailing which toy I used to wank with last week. (And I'd only refer back

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-49729297236966574802009-07-14T13:23:00.000+01:002009-07-14T13:26:08.449+01:00

The first time I met him face-to-face I wanted to kiss him.Actually, I had wanted to kiss him for some weeks; each conversation we had over email, IM, or Skype increased my desire, so that by the time I finally saw him in the flesh I was almost craven with my need to feel his lips against mine.Ever present in my mind, though, was that the feeling might not be mutual: how can you know if there’s

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-61600412481940459872009-06-29T19:56:00.002+01:002009-09-19T12:39:01.571+01:00

1. You may recall that I'm an ambassador for the young people's sexual health charity Brook. Some Brook employees are running the London 10K race next weekend (I am not able to join them, sadly, due to my injured shoulder) to raise funds for the charity. If you'd like to help support all their hard work, you can donate here. Please give generously: we need people like Brook.2. I'm proud to

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-55360969405506131712009-06-21T18:07:00.002+01:002009-06-21T19:29:02.107+01:00

Let us be clear: this is not a fight between 'old' and 'new' media. This not about blogger vengeance or a mob mentality wanting to lay in to print media. This is about journalistic integrity, immorality, and a few unethical hacks desperate to make their mark in the newspaper industry.The digital age has given people access to instant information, interactive feedback, and the freedom to reply, so

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-43669413819708419662009-06-16T16:02:00.000+01:002009-06-16T16:04:14.499+01:00

So the Times newspaper has outed another anonymous blogger, 'eh? Congratulations to them, I hope they feel proud of their achievement. Real quality journalism, there.People will argue, I'm sure, that this story was different to mine; that because the blogger [Night Jack: blog now deleted as a result of his outing] was a policeman it was therefore "in the public interest" that his real identity

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-29188291293058433702009-06-15T23:04:00.001+01:002009-06-15T23:04:00.286+01:00

– "You do realise, don't you, that people always say, "Oh, you're simply in a 'honeymoon' period: you'll both calm down after a while!". I have to let you know: there'll be no end to it - I just have a rampant sexual appetite."– "I know."– "So be prepared, is all: you're going to have a very sore cock."– "I already have one."

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-40509597709507324542009-05-31T12:36:00.003+01:002009-05-31T15:39:27.769+01:00

1. Amazing: the amount of pain I've been in from my dislocated shoulder. Turns out my long-standing chronic Hypermobility Syndrome, whilst great for fucking doggie style, also has some drawbacks. Now an acute condition, my shoulder dislocates on the smallest movement - even lifting a cup of coffee can remove the joint from its socket - and is incredibly painful. So, for the last two months,

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-10167603444884841332009-04-24T14:40:00.000+01:002009-04-24T14:40:00.508+01:00

Because I fully support MTV's Say Yes to Safe Sex campaign, I agreed to do a photoshoot for their 'Staying Alive' week, which has been taking place at the fantastic Someone Once Told Me site.My photo - and safe sex slogan - is up there now. And the message is something I've always advocated on this blog: be truthful and open with others, be receptive to your own and others' needs, and enjoy safe

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-69841069725659843122009-03-30T13:44:00.002+01:002009-03-30T13:52:28.732+01:00

Sometimes, all it takes to fall into bed with someone is a look.Whilst I would never say that any situation affords a ‘sure thing’ in terms of casual sex, and I’m certainly no better placed than the average person in having luck in this area, I do know I am skilled at one thing: I’m perceptive about, and have an awareness of, a sexual opportunity that might await, because I’ve been able to read

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-33921846422730308782009-03-09T12:47:00.003Z2009-03-09T13:00:58.031Z

“That’s about 5,000 calories, you know.”I turned to face the smartly dressed middle-aged man who had sidled up to me at the hotel buffet breakfast counter.“That”, he said gesturing towards my plate, “has around 5,000 calories in it.”I looked down at my Full English breakfast, which comprised a sausage, some bacon, a little scrambled egg, a tad of baked beans and a solitary grilled tomato.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-44437212264901811912009-02-04T13:59:00.002Z2009-06-29T20:04:38.615+01:00

It’s been a long time coming, so I’m happy to finally announce that there is going to be a follow-up book to my memoir GIRL WITH A ONE TRACK MIND and it’s due to be published in the UK in August 2009 March 2010. Other territories’ publication dates will be released as and when I know them.The book is about my life, post-outing, and the ups and downs I’ve had in sex and dating – and otherwise –

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-87781282866415351032009-02-03T20:13:00.007Z2009-02-06T19:41:19.599Z

Given what I have said about actors in the past, it may surprise some that I am going to come to the defence of Christian Bale and the furore that is surrounding his outburst. But I’m going to: someone’s got to step in, and whilst there are – literally – thousands of people weighing into him with their fury (have you seen his Wiki page?), I am, I think, actually in a better position to comment.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-48049775178939194792009-01-21T16:41:00.007Z2009-02-04T11:01:27.770Z

That goes for all of us, I think: be safe, be happy. (Click pic above for full poster text.)[And if you're aged between 16 and 25 and in the UK, you can contact Brook for free, confidential, sexual health advice.]UPDATE: Chlamydia is the most common sexually transmitted infection in the UK: 1 in 10 young people under 25 who are tested have it. Visit the National Screening Programme and get

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-80136235740055730692009-01-20T23:13:00.001Z2009-01-21T12:37:20.633Z

"Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government."President Barack H. Obama, January 20th 2009.It’s simple: if there’s no transparency of government, there can be no trust.On May 16th 2008, when the High Court

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-33744010761670333622009-01-07T22:05:00.002Z2009-02-04T11:03:43.210Z

Usually, after having sex, one does not expect to find blood everywhere. That’s not to say that bleeding doesn’t occur: what horny woman who is sure she has finished her period and can’t wait to enthusiastically jump on a cock hasn’t been suddenly surprised by a puddle of blood on the bed (or couch), post-shag? Or, for those of us that know a good orgasm is the best way to alleviate painful

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-24274483223164284562009-01-01T18:36:00.001Z2009-01-01T18:38:06.166Z

Today is the five-year anniversary of this blog. Happy birthday to me. I was considering ‘celebrating’ today with a New Year’s-type post about all that I’ve learned in 2008; or about the personal struggles I have had to contend with; or with news about the book and other things, but somehow it just feels trite to summarize the aspects of my life over the past year that have had a huge impact on

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-2071492489374895552008-12-17T12:02:00.003Z2008-12-17T12:16:15.291Z

A little while ago I created some Top 10 Toys' lists for Lovehoney. Dimwit that I am, I've forgotten to mention them until now, but if anyone's interested, here are the sex toys I recommend for Women, Men, and (straight) Couples.A quick thank you to the boys who helped me, um, research these. I hope it was as much fun for you as it was for me...

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-18142589279811415822008-12-05T12:15:00.000Z2008-12-05T12:15:18.683Z

Apparently – and I'm not sure when this happened: maybe I'm out of the loop, somewhat – it has now become acceptable for someone to say "You look up for it!" when they are chatting you up, with no hint of irony, sarcasm or humour whilst doing so."Really?" I said, taking a physical step back from the man who decided to use that line on me last night and who had manoeuvered himself to the point

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-40548080944061260172008-11-23T15:42:00.001Z2008-11-23T15:48:40.336Z

I want to be judged purely on the basis of my appearance.I love it that men might think me attractive, because, like, that’s all that matters to me.I feel validated if men want to fuck me: the more that do, the merrier.I think it’s great that how I look is more important than what I have achieved.I want to teach young girls that to get ahead in life, all they need is cosmetic surgery. They have

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-88135528193363023522008-11-13T22:39:00.000Z2008-11-13T22:41:08.245Z

I am annoying. Very annoying. I am well aware I might irritate people and not only because I’m incredibly bossy, stupidly neurotic, or due to my frequently laughing at my own, unfunny, jokes. No, besides all that, there’s another reason I get on some folks’ nerves and it is this: I orgasm very, very easily.Back in the days when this blog was just an anonymous obsession (rather than it now being a

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-41613365776738703962008-10-21T15:15:00.003+01:002008-10-21T15:19:31.723+01:00

Things I am doing today: repeatedly clicking 'reload page' here and grinning, widely, from ear to ear, as I watch the donations increase, and the silent majority finally speaking out.It's a brilliant campaign: I cannot wait to see the posters on the buses.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-73078373775091996102008-10-12T22:17:00.004+01:002008-10-13T16:24:07.518+01:00

My dating life being fucked? Well, I suppose I could always take up one of the generous offers I receive:Email: tom[redacted]@yahoo.comSubject: i want no strings funMessage: hi zoe im tom i want no strings fun with you i seen you on tv im 30 with brown hair want a SHAG OK MY NUMBA IS 07[redacted] TXT IF CAN N WILL RING U BK WEN DA WIFES NOT AROUND I WOULD LOVE URE TITS IN MY FACE WITH U ON TOP OF

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-78883440103339253132008-10-08T17:08:00.001+01:002008-10-08T17:12:20.229+01:00

The problem with being known as a sex diarist? Your reputation precedes you. Not so much in the ‘what a slut, shagging all those blokes’ way (although I still receive obnoxious emails and comments to that effect – hello, haterz!) but more in the ‘I have certain expectations of you and those are pretty fixed’ presumptions people make. So, when I meet guys now and am introduced as “Girl with a one

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-16021355427501138512008-09-12T09:21:00.002+01:002008-09-12T09:31:23.122+01:00

This is my 600th post on this blog. I feel like I should mark the occasion in some way, but sadly there is nothing of interest to report. Certainly not to Valleywag, anyway. Perhaps my new moniker should be that I am a "resting" sex diarist? Or who is just very busy licking purple, plastic, ice cubes...I've recently discovered that the documentary about me is being repeated on TV today and

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-77917933214118937382008-09-10T20:31:00.003+01:002008-09-10T21:51:44.069+01:00

It might have been more than two years since I lost my anonymity but I still get a little thrown when someone I've never met before greets me by saying, "Oh I know who you are, I've been reading your blog from the early days," and then mentions a memorable post from way back that they particularly enjoyed reading. Knowing the exact post they reference, I then blush and mumble and revert to a

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-88448296259609447072008-09-06T07:26:00.004+01:002008-09-06T07:57:10.613+01:00

Sometimes I hate being skilled in reading people's body language. I often wish I could look at a person's interaction with completely fresh eyes, and not be able to interpret their interest, or otherwise, in me. It would be so nice to spend time with someone and wonder what their tapping foot meant; or their averted gaze; or the micro-expression produced with the quick downward turn of their

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-54710107485320012032008-08-29T16:50:00.003+01:002008-08-29T16:59:38.208+01:00

As you may have noticed (or not), after more than four and a half years, there's finally a new look to the blog, courtesy of the genius that is Gordon, who, lovely person that he is, has put up with my various - and multiple - demands for many weeks now. I think he's done a fabulous job; I love the design. And it's about 3 gazillion times better than I would have managed, had my inept,

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-1191000793138734842008-08-27T18:03:00.002+01:002008-08-27T19:29:37.093+01:00

Recently I was introduced to a concept that really resonated with me. Whatley describes his philosophy* as the ‘Five Projections of Love’:“The five projections of love are touch, time, words, actions and presents. Every single act of love can be defined by one of the above. We all like all five, all of us do… in varying ways. But on average, we each tend to favour two or three over the others…the

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-91752784192169406422008-08-12T16:29:00.001+01:002008-08-12T16:34:09.548+01:00

Me: Is it too flirtatious?Badman: No. It's aggressive.Me: Fuck. Really? Bugger.Badman: You're the big bad Sex Blogress. You have no idea the impact you have on people. Even though you and I know you're just a girl.Me: Oh Christ. I'm stuck, I really am.Badman: You're not stuck, you're being neurotic. Snap out of it.Me: Sorry, I can’t help it.…Badman: Subtlety. You need subtlety.Me: Jesus, I am so

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-55758961211525206402008-08-09T13:14:00.001+01:002008-08-09T13:16:27.988+01:00

Earlier this year I spoke on a panel, Sexual Privacy Online at South By Southwest Interactive in Austin, Texas. I enjoyed the experience so much (both the debate and also the festival) that I've now submitted my own panel, Bloggers: You're Fired! for next year's event.This is where you come in: all panels get voted on by the public and then the SXSWi committee and staff, so the more votes my

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-70073438891988060462008-08-06T14:40:00.002+01:002008-08-08T12:03:48.585+01:00

I'm not usually one for memes but I'm making an exception for this, because I found Troubled Diva's replies so interesting I felt compelled to add my own in the hope that others might enjoy them too. Plus, of course, I'm always up for bashing out a quick one.Here goes:1. My uncle once: used to be friends with Arnold Schwarzenegger. The stories I could tell… (But won't: I'm not risking a libel

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-19157545283151968932008-08-03T23:22:00.001+01:002008-08-06T14:59:56.254+01:00

I met someone when I was in New York last month. Sweet, funny, and with a wicked laugh: I liked him instantly. Not to mention, of course, his boyish good looks, sparkly eyes and forest-like chest hair; they also had an effect on me. I’ve been known to be shallow at times, and god was he handsome; he oozed sexiness from his every pore. But even given his sex appeal, it was his warmth, charm and

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-8702862392415930112008-08-01T18:06:00.002+01:002008-08-01T18:10:36.932+01:00

I was trying to think of a way to write something here, without, actually, you know, divulging anything; not saying anything that could be misinterpreted, taken too seriously, or, worse, make me sound like the neurotic twat that I really am.Sometimes I look back at the archives here and cringe; but it’s the emotional vulnerability I‘ve shared that embarrasses me far more than the sexual

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-39809583476935799282008-07-13T14:31:00.000+01:002008-07-13T14:31:00.737+01:00

Nicolas Hellen, you’re in good company*!The artist Banksy has – supposedly – been ‘outed’ as a nice middle-class boy. Wow! Shock, horror!! This is big news!!! Or really, as one of the commenters states on this sad excuse for an article, “Who cares?”.Well, exactly. Who gives a shit who Banksy is, and how does it make a difference knowing his supposed social strata? His work is his work – take

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-36208547796163273432008-07-09T14:58:00.001+01:002008-07-09T19:19:08.963+01:00

A few days ago, someone commented on a piece I wrote elsewhere. I felt it off-topic there, but relevant here, and worthy of a decent response, so I shall attempt to answer the points made.“…before she was outed by the media, I read Zoes [sic] blog, as did my boyfriend. And afterwards we both agreed unanimously that it had to have been written by a man.”I have had this accusation levelled at me

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-68065414585832910202008-07-09T14:24:00.002+01:002008-07-09T14:28:44.316+01:00

Him, that is, not me. Although perhaps after watching this interview that he conducted with me people might disagree.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-88773487395154062242008-07-01T11:37:00.001+01:002008-07-01T11:39:08.498+01:00

I'm dropping in here to (cheekily) say... I don't have time to post right now. However, should you wish to know what I'm up to, you can find me on Twitter (which I update regularly), Flickr (which I am posting to reasonably frequently), Qik (which I occasionally upload videos to) and Facebook. And if you tune in to SKY News (webcast or on-demand), tomorrow, Wednesday 2nd July, between 1.00-1.30pm

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-23729591207456111742008-06-16T17:04:00.002+01:002008-06-16T17:19:03.040+01:00

I get asked to plug all kinds of shit on this blog. Occasionally I might mention something if I feel readers would enjoy it, but generally I take a brief look at what’s being sent my way and ignore it.But I’ve just been asked to plug something that has really got my blood boiling. It’s a sex-advice piece, supposedly written by a woman and geared towards men, and is offensive in so many ways I am

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-50699081368277549082008-06-12T15:28:00.002+01:002008-06-12T15:41:33.666+01:00

For someone whose personal life is gossiped about on Valleywag most weeks, he is a surprisingly down to earth bloke. Hope you liked the tea, Kevin.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-65664836240875693282008-06-10T16:11:00.004+01:002008-06-10T23:17:53.100+01:00

Later on today, I will be live-blogging, in a posh frock n’ all, the Webby Awards ceremony –a.k.a. the “Internet ‘Oscars’”– er, live from the Cipriani ballroom in Wall Street, New York City.From what I understand, there is little or no WiFi within the venue itself –not at all ironic for an event celebrating Internet achievement of course– so I’ll be pulling out all the stops (and resorting to

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-59581110138426948242008-06-07T20:01:00.004+01:002008-06-09T17:30:35.991+01:00

Recently, someone asked me a pointed question about my parents. Had they read my book? No, was my short answer, but yes, they have read some of my blog.Back when I was forced to divulge my authorship of the blog to my parents, everyone I knew, it seemed at that point, was clicking here to have a gander. But when I confessed all to my parents they had promised me they wouldn’t look at the blog;

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-25217261143199186962008-05-28T13:50:00.001+01:002008-05-28T13:50:43.241+01:00

This video (which I've mentioned before) is two years old now, but it begs another view, especially considering the latest news on global oil prices and the increase in petroleum costs. If anyone's ever wondered what "peak oil" is, or indeed how and why oil pricing is such a political issue –and I'm not talking about a bunch of lorry drivers moaning about fuel duty; I'm referring to why certain "

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-71624725757969978192008-05-27T07:25:00.002+01:002008-05-27T07:33:59.418+01:00

I thought it might be fun to try live-streaming some video clips to explore what goes on behind the scenes at my photoshoot today; I'm off there shortly. Follow me on Twitter for updates, or bookmark my Qik page to watch the clips live as they happen.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-35639302718725995422008-05-25T02:39:00.001+01:002008-05-25T02:46:02.927+01:00

Before any more people ask me if I’ve seen it, yes, I have read ex-Gawker blogger Emily Gould’s piece in the New York Times about the impact blogging had on her life. And yes, I did relate, somewhat.I’ve been quoted in response to the NYT article as saying, ‘There still seems a long way to go before people grasp how revealing so much personal detail about themselves can have a permanent impact’,

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-10894006957883209132008-05-23T16:02:00.001+01:002008-05-23T16:06:09.603+01:00

Gosh, there's so many topics I currently want to write about and I have at least six unfinished posts on my laptop, but I don't have the time to blog properly at the moment, sadly. I've just finished a big feature (more on that, soon), done a pile of interviews, have a photo shoot lined up in a few days, and am off to Ireland next week to do a book reading at a literary festival. Personal life?

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-84027733598697462562008-05-20T16:41:00.003+01:002008-05-21T00:19:59.072+01:00

I'm very busy right now, but will update soon. In the meantime, please go here and add your voice.UPDATE: Thankfully, common sense has prevailed.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-8797114980837892092008-05-05T14:49:00.001+01:002008-05-05T18:15:22.499+01:00

A little while ago whilst in bed with a lovely man, I was informed by him that my orgasms were “incredible”.“What, because the aftershocks I have can reach 9.5 on the Richter scale?” I joked.“No,” he replied, “quite a few women have those. I meant your actual orgasms: they're very, um, intense...”When he made that remark, I thought he was referring to the fact that I ground my teeth together as I

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-25104394013565681222008-05-04T22:23:00.003+01:002008-05-04T22:33:04.602+01:00

In other non-sex news, I just learned that a piece I wrote on blogging, copyright and why newspapers don't have the right to steal bloggers' content for free, is over here today. If you're a blogger, you should know that you own all creative rights to your writing, regardless of it being published on the internet, and that anyone using your work without your permission is breaching copyright.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-33747630588792562852008-05-03T00:09:00.003+01:002008-05-03T00:17:17.187+01:00

Right-winger Boris Johnson has been voted in as the new mayor of London.I'd crack a joke about how I'm planning on leaving the country (which I am) but I'm so depressed about this news, I could cry. Or hit someone. Hard.Boris voters, what the fuck were you thinking?London is FUCKED.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-90182699903248720362008-04-29T14:44:00.003+01:002008-04-29T14:55:12.400+01:00

“And so if I raise my eyes to the heavens and clasp my hands together in humble servitude, the God of Cock might appear?”I wish I could read Hungarian: I've no idea what the piece says, although I recall the (excellent) questions asked during the interview. Further captions for the photo are welcomed.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-44118815217020624002008-04-25T22:43:00.003+01:002008-04-29T17:12:47.146+01:00

I'm currently in Budapest, Hungary. Tomorrow I'll be at the Budapest International Book Festival, talking on a panel, "No means no" alongside the director of Hungarian Amnesty International and the editor of Hungarian Cosmopolitan magazine; the topic of our discussion will be rape.I've written about this subject previously and believe me when I say, it was incredibly difficult for me to publish

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-62880259709796402992008-04-21T14:28:00.001+01:002008-04-21T14:34:16.624+01:00

For those that don't know, or who haven't read all of this blog's archives (I can't blame you for that, much of it is dull as fuck), the title "Girl with a one-track mind" was always supposed to be mildly ironic. As in, yes, I'm a woman who always thinks about sex, but, by god I obsess about other things in a singularly-tracked way too. So my nerdy (and dull, to most of my friends) knowledge of

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-22367413632667580932008-04-15T14:41:00.004+01:002008-04-15T15:41:43.890+01:00

Bloggers, have you ever seen something you've posted on your blog, copied and pasted in a publication with no credit for the source –eg. you– given?Readers, have you ever read an article in a newspaper and got the feeling you've read the exact same story somewhere else, perhaps even word-for-word?Journalists, have you ever been sent blurb from PRs and felt pressured to report it as "news"?I've

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-42249076093397141102008-04-14T15:39:00.002+01:002008-04-14T15:51:26.414+01:00

Broadband internet + animated avatars + sexy words = good wank fodder. Or does it?Join me - AbbyLee Aeon - in virtual reality world Second Life this Thursday 17th April, where I will be hosting a talk and debate entitled CyberSex: Why Bother?The event starts at at 9.00pm BST (4.00pm EST, 1.00pm SLT) in the Rose Garden on the Elysian Isle. Bring your avatars, opinions and ideas; I hope it will be

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-22396586789033322202008-04-10T01:02:00.000+01:002008-04-10T01:02:14.772+01:00

My mum, calling out from her office: “Guess what? Supposedly I can get a bigger penis.”Me, Twittering away in the next room: “Oh really?”My mum: “Yes. There are these special pills, you see, and it's promised that my penis will grow larger if I take them.”Me: “That's amazing!”My mum: “Shall I buy some then?”Me: “Definitely: it sounds like an unmissable opportunity.”My mum: “Do you think the fact

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-12071110715542695952008-04-07T01:35:00.001+01:002008-04-07T21:05:50.615+01:00

“If you could just lift your bottom up a bit, that would be great,” he coaxed.I flexed my stomach muscles the best I could and raised my hips off the bed; an additional cushion was carefully slotted in underneath my arse.“Comfortable?” he asked, and I nodded. “Now, please slide your legs apart.”“Um, I still have underwear on,” I apologised.“Don’t worry, that’s fine. Just open your legs please.”I

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-31407177691926850352008-04-03T01:12:00.002+01:002008-04-07T01:43:04.842+01:00

Appearing on Sky News again earlier this week made me hark back to my days working on movies. Whilst live news is about as far removed from multi-million dollar feature films as you can get, being amongst broadcasting folk once more brought back some memories: it wasn’t, after all, that long ago that I had a career in the film industry.I remember one of the movies I worked on had a night-shoot

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-9654332748219742402008-03-24T19:09:00.003Z2008-03-24T19:25:57.770Z

Just arrived back in London. After collapsing at home from all the travel exhaustion, I then woke up to discover that my piece on internet privacy came out earlier today. The article concerns an issue that we all, I think, should be worried about: how safe is our online confidentiality and privacy when we surf the web? Not safe, it would appear, if you're in the UK and your ISP has signed up to

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-5269385509703773552008-03-19T20:16:00.003Z2008-03-19T20:31:58.519Z

How not to pick up a woman in a bar. And yes, I have met guys who've tried similar approaches; they never resulted in a shag.Although it has to be said that if they had used the line "If you even really cared about that vagina of yours, you wouldn't leave it in the hands of an amateur" on me, the laughing it would have induced might have got me into bed.What's It Gonna Be? on FunnyOrDie.com

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-81483698511066396672008-03-13T16:57:00.004Z2008-03-13T17:59:06.416Z

Austin has now transformed into a mini-Glastonbury, albeit a warmer version and lacking in mud. The streets are filled with music fans now: screaming hoardes of not-yet-able-to-prove-ID youths, anxiously diving in and out of the showcases and parties, terrified that they don't miss out on the hundreds of bands performing all over the town, because no-one knows who the next big hitters will be.I

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-63588617030802958152008-03-11T19:47:00.000Z2008-03-11T19:47:52.751Z

You know how you're at the Tumblr party, drunkenly caning the free whisky like there's no tomorrow and then a sexygeekboy sits down and starts chatting to you, and before you know it your legs are touching and then he's whispering in your ear that he has an early morning flight and "do you want to leave now and make a night of it?" and you're grinning and saying "yes", and then you stumble back

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-21308523635941541952008-03-09T17:08:00.002Z2008-03-09T18:12:37.407Z

It's my second full day in Austin and also the second day I have a (mild, thankfully) hangover. Well, there's a lot of free booze at the free parties here and one must join the crowd in town. Speaking of which, I might be a geek, but I simply refuse to queue for an hour for the Google party; or for two hours for the official SXSWi opening party. When you hear that Kevin Rose is having to jump the

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-5486941168953841202008-03-08T21:42:00.002Z2008-03-08T22:05:48.820Z

First impressions of Austin/SXSW:1) This is a party town. As in: the whole town parties all night. I approve.2) The town is filled with sexy geeks and filmmakers. I am in my element.3) There is an "Interactive Play Area" (for adults) at the SXSW Convention Center, filled with lego a foot deep. I think I might be in heaven.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-45586971816122858762008-03-05T21:21:00.006Z2008-03-08T22:07:42.216Z

Any SXSW-ers out there? I'm off to Austin, Texas in two days for the South by Southwest festival and will be involved in the following events:* Sunday March 9th - 5.00pm: I'll be speaking on a panel discussion about Sexual Privacy Online [Sign up to my Facebook event here]* Monday March 10th - 12.45pm: I'll be presenting some of the awards to the winners of the 2008 Bloggies [possibly in a posh

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-17323150574215401442008-03-01T17:01:00.000Z2008-03-01T17:00:51.177Z

I sat in the diner, slouching over the third refill of my cup of coffee and let the tears pour down my face; the salty zigzag trails on my cheeks slowly drip-dropping into the dark liquid on the table-top below.Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the brunch-time rush behind my booth, I peered through the floor to ceiling windows and took in the silent view of the people on the street outside.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-87892276510627849032008-02-21T13:03:00.003Z2008-02-21T13:09:12.952Z

What strikes me so much about this is not the discovery of evidence of the 'G-spot', but of the fact that so much of female anatomy still remains a mystery – to science, men, and, most sadly, women themselves.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-8293544769798287302008-02-18T13:21:00.000Z2008-02-18T13:21:43.906Z

1. Clothes (Zoe-slacker/ Abby-sex diarist)2. Shoes (boots for snow, heels for Spring)3. Books (my own and other people's)4. Phones (three)5. Condoms (plenty)Sorted.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-31821540049072835122008-02-14T10:48:00.003Z2008-02-14T11:19:10.166Z

As previously stated, I'm not a huge fan of Hallmark Valentine's Day. Why is why I suggest that everyone go here now and send someone they love a card that will make them laugh.If you are one of those who succumbs to the VD madness and fancy reading what I have to say about seducing your lover with food, then go here. It ain't all about results: it's the effort that counts - obviously.If you've

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-64291378015932216432008-02-05T10:29:00.000Z2008-02-05T10:30:33.635Z

In a few weeks' time I am talking on a panel taking place at the South by Southwest festival in Austin, Texas, USA. I wasn't going to mention this event until closer to the date, but something has just come up which relates to the subject matter we will be discussing: sexual privacy online.Violet Blue (who's chairing the debate) has lots to say on the matter; I do too and I think it will be a

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-90867943288795160582008-02-04T22:12:00.000Z2008-02-04T22:12:33.167Z

“What’s this?”I glanced up from the calculations on the table and peered at the sheet of paper my bookkeeper mother was waving at me.“It’s a receipt. It needs to go along with the other expenditure stuff.”“I can see it’s a receipt. But why are you putting in an invoice from a hotel? And why is there someone else’s name alongside yours?”Grabbing it from her I scanned the text. There was, as her

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-28824790619491126672008-01-31T01:35:00.000Z2008-01-31T10:31:39.750Z

Of all the parodies in all the world, this is my favourite.The writer is nominated for a Best European Bloggie award and as the winner of the Best British Blog last year (oh, and also the year before, *cough*) I urge you -- no, simply implore you -- to go here and please vote for my fellow London blogger, Diamond Geezer. He really is a gem. He is also the most prolific writer I know, and given

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-25016092439907751102008-01-27T10:17:00.000Z2008-01-27T13:19:21.140Z

.arial {font-family:arial;}.geekandpoke {margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;}[All cartoons © Oliver at Geek and Poke. Reprinted here with kind permission]Why have I only just discovered the fantastic Geek and Poke? [Spotted via Jack] Am I the last to find out about this excellent blog?[Thank you Adam!]

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-78661687653445857392008-01-26T11:52:00.000Z2008-01-26T12:08:56.097Z

OMFG.My book's been translated into Chinese.[Crap scan of the book done via my laptop]Any Chinese-speaking readers care to translate the text on the cover? Ta.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-37499004969715026952008-01-21T15:30:00.000Z2008-01-21T15:38:04.962Z

During the four years I have been writing this blog I have regularly received emails from one particular contingent of the internet. It doesn't take much guessing who: porn sites who want me to link, plug and promote their products. Usually I just scan these emails and deposit them straight into my spam folder. Why? I'll explain, using an email I received last night as a good example."Dear Abby,"

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-11825908181302096752008-01-13T17:31:00.000Z2008-01-13T17:34:02.875Z

As some people may appreciate, I kind of like maintaining what privacy I have left in my day-to-day personal life, so have been a little protective over that in recent months. I decided a while back that Crackbook Facebook was somewhere I would be me, as opposed to Abby Lee, and that the only people I would 'befriend' would be those I consider to be part of my inner social circle, close blog

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-43391410087339209892008-01-09T02:16:00.000Z2008-01-09T14:26:46.038Z

Any blog that describes the Daily Mail newspaper as a "bucket of wank" whilst pointing out its sexism; or explains why chip fat is a no-no for anal sex; or details how much it can hurt a man if a woman grips his cock "like an Atari joystick during a particularly intense level of Pac-Man" is a blog I would gladly recommend.Todger Talk is a new blog about sex that is both funny and informative. It

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-22396971881845177952008-01-01T10:38:00.000Z2008-01-01T10:41:17.201Z

Today marks four years since the birth of this blog. On previous anniversaries I have listed my highlights of the year, but I won't be doing that today, because, hey, it's not all about me. Not always anyway...Instead, I wanted to take this moment to share some thanks. This blog's changed quite a bit since it began and it's humbling for me to know that people still get something back from it. So

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-39363518508614851182007-12-27T12:22:00.000Z2007-12-27T12:29:49.972Z

I've written a piece sort-of related to some of the issues in the post below over here.

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-33971662985039585202007-12-20T02:46:00.000Z2007-12-20T10:18:04.963Z

When I was 17 I was raped.I had only lost my virginity a couple of months’ prior with my then-boyfriend; I had only had intercourse twice. Sadly we broke up soon after and upset, newly single and out with my friends at a nightclub I occasionally frequented, I got chatting to a boy I had seen around; but I had no plans or desire to sleep with him.I had harboured a teenage crush on 24-year old Jim

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-25909563741983879722007-12-11T22:00:00.000Z2007-12-11T23:40:48.859Z

Channel 4 viewersYou’ve arrived at my blog. Hello. You’ll see that it’s nothing fancy and looks pretty thrown together at the last minute. Bit like me, really.On the right hand of the screen you’ll see four years’ worth of writing in the ‘archives’: feel free to peruse at your pleasure. For quick reference, you’ll find my biog here, contact details here, what the palaver was when I got “outed”

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-73444184185941805882007-12-11T01:09:00.000Z2007-12-11T01:23:51.296Z

The date: tonight, Tuesday 11th DecemberThe time: 10:00-11:05pm GMTThe location: Channel 4 TelevisionThe event: The Sex Blog GirlsThe people: Yours truly, and some other lovely sexbloggers(Yikes.)

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-45474302776916960622007-12-10T12:44:00.000Z2007-12-10T13:04:05.640Z

PRESS RELEASE10th December 2007Brook appoints Zoe Margolis – Girl With A One Track Mind – as ambassadorYoung people’s sexual health charity, Brook, has announced that author and blogger Zoe Margolis – aka Abby Lee – has become an ambassador for the charity.Zoe will be providing Brook with valuable public support and promoting the values she shares with the organisation. She will raise awareness

thegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02693447808874926257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6280765.post-50928833705393229522007-12-09T17:08:00.000Z2007-12-09T17:23:10.320Z

I heard a text message arrive and scrabbled around my handbag to find my mobile.‘Three phones?’I looked up to see my friend D peering into my bag.‘What the hell do you need three for?’ he asked, somewhat incredulous.‘Ah. Well this one’s my personal mobile,’ I said, pulling out my Nokia. ‘I’ve had the same telephone number for fourteen years: how sad is that?’‘That’s fine, but it’s a bit chunky,’

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