• Me,  Moments,  Words

    Unraveling

    It’s hard to unpick the fabric of lives that have been woven together for over a quarter of a century. Initially there is a tear, maybe a small one in a corner that doesn’t show. Perhaps it gets darned, perhaps not. Perhaps someone sticks a finger into the hole and makes it bigger. Perhaps it is just simply ignored or covered up in the hope that it will go away. But ultimately the fabric is weakened, and unless a timely repair is made it will not last. I was, and am, a skilled seamstress. Not so good at knitting. But when it came to weaving a life I could pull…

  • Sinful Sunday

    Divining rods

    It is a gentle, insistent pull, so I have been told. A tug that tells you.  Here.  This is it. This is where it is. A tug that will not stop or go away inspite of your doubts, inspite of your mind which says: ‘A forked stick?’ ‘To find out where water is?’ ‘Really?’ ‘You jest…..!’ ‘Don’t you?’ ‘No. Really?’ ‘It can’t be.’ ‘You believe it don’t you?’ ‘Here, let me try it?’ ‘Just here you reckon?’ ‘No, you’re going to let me find out all by myself?’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah, yeah, I know… what was that?’ ‘Holy fuck!’ ‘What was that?’ ‘It’s there isn’t it?’ ‘I felt it!’ ‘I really,…

  • Sinful Sunday

    Elust #81 – and I am here, squee!

    Photo courtesy of A Dissolute Life Means Welcome to Elust #81 – The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #82 Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates! ~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~ Who Are You Calling Crazy Cat Lady? Stranger on a Train Taking Emilia   ~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~ The Sign Everyday sexism ~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~ My…

  • Sinful Sunday

    Chocolate

    In my blog I talk about control and chocolate here –https://cleareyedgirlblog.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/… and as I was browsing FL today I came across some writing about memories and attempts by ex lovers to trigger or hook us back into the relationship. I started thinking about my son bringing letters to me from the home I left just over a year ago. Amongst them was a bulging envelope with a note from my ex wishing me a happy birthday and containing a chocolate lollipop. Also with it was a chocolate chicken. I looked at these totems, representing my appetites, my desire to be seen, loved and acknowledged, my hope and ache for lost…