T.G. Knight.

This name isn’t the one I was given.

It’s the one I chose, the one that gets to want things out loud.

I live a respectable, buttoned-up life elsewhere. Here, I take it off.

 

Anonymity gives me freedom. It lets the writing stay raw, the fantasies stay safe, and the exploration honest.

 

I’m queer. Curvy. Male-ish. My sexual history has been unapologetically penis-heavy, because that’s all I’ve known… so far. I’m happily married and we’re navigating our own journey of exploration and polyamory.

I grew up sheltered, prudish, and painfully unsure of myself as a young gay man. Confidence was a foreign language, and sex felt like something for others. Hotter, skinnier,  confident guys were allowed to want it. I watched, wondered, and waited far longer than I should have.

 

Then something shifted.

Maybe it was age.

Maybe it was rage, realising how much I’d missed.

Confidence grew. Fear got boring.

And eventually, I just ran out of fucks to give.

 

This space is where I explore everything I once denied myself. Lust, kink, power, tenderness, sex and the messy, electric spaces in between.

 

I write queer erotic fiction. Stories meant to be sexy, playful, and immersive. Little worlds you can slip into for a while and forget who you’re supposed to be.

 

I also write about my own experiences with sex, love, kink, and whatever else ignites me enough to share. Names may stay hidden out of respect, but the experiences are real, raw, reflective, and often dirty.

I’ve made mistakes. I’ve misread signals, crossed lines, learned hard lessons, and had to sit with the discomfort of getting it wrong. Sex and kink aren’t neat or flawless, and neither am I. But every misstep has taught me something, about consent, communication, vulnerability, and what it means to show up honestly in this world.

 

I don’t write as an expert. I write as someone who’s joyfully, clumsily, and intentionally exploring another side of themselves. I’m choosing authenticity over shame and letting the learning happen on paper.

My background in writing has always been purely for pleasure. These words aren’t academic or polished, not written for profit. They’re written to feel good.

To spark something.

To remind us all, that we’re not alone.

And to experience the layers of what life can offer, if we just ask.

 

This is a space for people who are still learning. For those, like me, who woke up late to their own desire. For those brave enough to admit they haven’t figured it out yet, but are going to enjoy the journey anyway

I’m not perfect.

I’m just finally choosing to live, fuck up, learn, and take up some space in a world that’s always told me to stay small.

Welcome.

Take a breath.

Let’s go.

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