Mr. Sinnerman

“There are still a few men who love desperately.” – J.D. Salinger There are few times when I read someone’s writing and think, this person is exactly like me, but such is the nature of mankind. We’re all different. It’s what drove me to writing a blog about my love life. Every popular blog or book about sex alienated the women writing them into prostitutes or complete nymphomaniacs. It made for uncomfortable reading. So when James, a reader of my blog, asked for me to take a look at some of his writing, which was meant to be similar to mine from a male’s point of view, I expected something more Secret Diary of.., Boy With a One Track Mind, 50 Shades of James-like. On the contrary, his writing was intriguing to say the least. I wrote him back immediately with my review and grammatical corrections. We had written some banter back and forth in 140 characters or less for ages, but it was at that point back in 2011 that we started really talking. Sent: 20 Jan 2011 From: James [Surname] To: sexatoxbridge Subject: Hey ;-) Thanks for reading through some of my posts, it is greatly appreciated, even [...] There's more...

#thingspeopledontsayaboutmen : Casual Sexism in Politics and Sports

In light of Women’s Day, I’ve written about the portrayal of women in the media, specifically in sports and politics.   Yesterday, as the Chris Huhne and Vicky Price verdict unfolded, Susie Boniface (@fleetstreetfox) started a Twitter discussion on ‘the number of ill-educated comments about Vicky Pryce being “bitter”.’ She went on to explain that:   Bitter means you crave a return to a formal situation, is someone who’s been cheated on who wants the cheater back. [The] word has been used about me plenty of times, and has never once been relevant, and I can see it now being used about Vicky Pryce who I doubt would wish to still be married to Chris Huhne considering. Bitter is a word only ever used to describe females. I find its use is usually misogynistic and nasty, and rarely properly applied. So, please, next time you feel like using the word, think about what it means and consider whether ‘angry’ might not be a better one. Sorry for the rant. It just really fucks me off. It’s a snide way of saying how a female feels is her fault, and not whoever made her angry.   It’s a very valid point, [...] There's more...

21 Days to Make A Habit – Day 1: I’m dying (of man flu)

Being ill is pretty much the only time I wish that I still lived at home or that I had a boyfriend. My mum is obviously my first choice of caretaker when I’m ill, but a boyfriend will do in a pinch. The last time I was this ill my then boyfriend brought me orange juice and croissants in bed with a side of Lemsip. Though ultimately a total waste of space, he had his redeeming qualities. He also believed a good horizontal workout would knock the flu out of me. It didn’t, but it was better than daytime telly. This morning I woke up, head pounding, forehead burning, and face leaking. It was not attractive. At all. An hour later I called in sick and pulled out my phone to go through my emails as I tried to will myself out of bed to make the long trek down the high street to the chemist. I struggled out of bed, wearing only pants and looked around the room for something to put on. I grabbed the lycra leggings at my feet and, after stepping out of my pants and kicking them into the hamper, stretched them up over my [...] There's more...