This is an edited version of a comment I made on John Pavlovitz's blog post: Young Men, Sex, and Urge Ownership (And Why It’s Not The Girl’s Problem).

This post was prompted by the comments.

Do you read erotica? Or would you like to know why a feminist would write porn?

If you read erotica, do you find yourself flipping forward to the sex bits? If so, my new book "fingers & tongues" is for you.

I gave my first talk at my local Toastmasters in July this year.

It was the first time I'd actually chosen to stand up and speak in front of people. Up until then I had tried to avoid it. But when I couldn't avoid it, I always got very nervous and did very badly.

Listen to my speech or read it here.

I talked about how cancer made my hair blue at BarCamp Berkshire in June 2013.

Since I first discovered the lump, I have always been waiting for something or other.

For the screenings, for their results, for surgery, for its results.

And now for chemo.

Tomorrow the weeks of waiting will transform into months of enduring.

I realised that waiting had become a full-time activity; one can seemingly get on with one's life but really, it's just treading water - lost in a limbo - waiting for the next appointment which might change, yet again, my life's path.

I bought the NewScientist today because of its lead article "Why your brain is primed for addiction." I have my own theory about addiction and wondered how it compared to actual research.

The article included case studies about various addicted people. One was of a 16-year old boy who spends 70 hours a week (mostly at night) online, socialising. The author writes: "he has few friends in the real world" (my emphasis) and ends with "he denies he is addicted to his computer."

Argh!

I'd like to yell at the author: "he's not addicted to his computer, you bozo!"