Finding my voice
There is a small arts centre in the town I live in that hosts a monthly jazz session and a yearly jazz festival. A lot…
Month: May 2016
Too late
It's only 20.44, they will probably go on at 10.30ish but it is already too late, I know it is. My son is playing at…
Blue eye blinks
She stares at her phone through slitted eyes. Her tormentor and saviour; she loves to hate it. The flashing blue light in the top left hand…
Doubt
I have been lucky enough to have had many good and wise friends. One of them was a Sufi Retreat Guide and Psychotherapist. She was,…
Privilege
I was recently told that my sexual adventurousness came from a position of privilege. The inference was, that on evidence gathered from my twitter persona…
Elust #82
I am delighted to be a part of this once again. The writing, images and ideas remain a potent source of inspiration and delight. Elust…
Maybe he didn’t hit me
This essay was inspired by the hashtag campaign #MaybeHeDoesntHitYou, started by Zahira Kelly (@bad_dominicana) to share experiences of emotional abuse. If you are worried you…
Coming home
She places her hand, edge down and curved, into the dip in his chest. "Look," she says "even my hand fits in your chest." He…
Eroticon 2016 #Eroticonlive Meet & Greet
Eroticon 2016 is just around the corner and Molly of www.mollysdailykiss.com invited attendees to answer some questions in a form of an online meet and…
#Sinful Sunday Blooming
A quick picture for #SinfulSunday. Had to be quick as I was in my parent's garden. It was a lovely day and as I stood…