The nervous anticipation of being led, blindfolded, by a stranger, across the cavernous warehouse space. The moment when the music enlivened my hips, replacing my timidity with playfulness, trust and mutual interaction. Being bent over the leather stool, ropes encircling my arms.
To my sorrow I missed #SinfulSunday this week, after planning some interesting photos. There is a lot going on behind the scenes here at the moment, and I’m taking a break for a little while. […]
thank you all you lovely people for your support this last 9 months – I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it without you!
I’m having a whinge/rant, but I know this will hit the spot for many of you. In fact I know some you have posted about some of the things I mention below.
So that’s why this is a not quite #SoSS
When does an interest become a passion, when does a passion become an addiction?