Two days ago I crossed the border into the US, and therefore into a new chapter of my life. Master J sat beside me, nervous that anything could go wrong, and he would be denied access. He had his Visa in hand. I was confident that we took the proper steps, had all the right [...]
I Had Labiaplasty…
Before Quean Mo existed, a young girl with a different name carried this body around with her. She had her partnered sexual debut at an early age - fourteen, to be exact. Although she felt "grown up" and "ready" for this monumental experience, she had yet to develop her own identity, and was therefore incredibly [...]
Road Trip [Sex] Bucket List
I've spent the last two days packing for my return to Canada. It's been an emotional time, as I'll be leaving a country that became my home for the last year and a half. As well, I'll be saying goodbye to the hubby for three weeks...which, if you know anything about me, is not an [...]
The Definition of Sex
A friend of mine can’t have penetrative sex with her partner, due to pain. This has been going on for over a year. She’s seen multiple medical practitioners, who have left her questions unanswered. I’ve watched her shed tears of frustration, and fall into this haunting belief that she’s broken somehow. I began to provide [...]
A Letter: My Brief Life as a Sex Coach
Content Note: this article discusses topics of abuse, suicide, and sexual subject matter. Call of the Quean is just over a year old. She was birthed March 5 of last year. My life has since been a revolving door for people to come and ask relationship or sexuality questions, seek advice on shame-ridden messages they've [...]
One Hell of an Update (Good Luck)
Pride, Snakes & Getting Kicked Off TinderSafe to say a lot has happened since my last blog post. It’s been twenty days of non-stop work, waking up at 7AM every day, getting sick (twice), missing Pride Week due to that said illness, finding a new (unwanted) admirer for Master J, and yes, you read that [...]
I Came Out to My Mom
I was raised by an encouraging father who challenged my limiting beliefs, and tried propelling me forward the best he could. He would hug me and whisper in my ear, “you are kind, strong, compassionate; you are talented and can do anything you set your mind to. I love you.” My mother was unconditional with [...]
