The other evening I had drinks with the wonderful @rebelsnotes and her husband Master T. Marie is every bit as fun and forthright as I’d hoped and Mr T. Is a “lovely bloke” as we […]
The other day I had the absolute pleasure of spending a day with fellow blogger Posy of @PosyChurchgate and posychurchgate.blogspot.com (Thanks Posy it was a fabulous day!!!) We went to Camden Market and had a […]
It’s probably the influence of all the monster erotica I’ve been amusing myself with lately. Or could it have been the lecture I went to on bad Tolkien illustrations yesterday. (The March of the Ents […]
Less than a week to go! Not exactly macro best I could manage… But which bit is it?
My symbolic tattoo is strategically placed (like my hand) so I can look at it frequently to remind myself of our precious friendship, especially when anxiety about the future and fear of abandonment threatens to overwhelm me.
Today found me engaging in some camera antics with an gorgeous antique camera for the monthly #SinfulSunday prompt which had to include a camera in the shot.
I did feel nervous and excited about sharing images of my body on the internet, but now I’m pretty relaxed about it all. Once I became comfortable with the #Sinful Sunday community, I gradually became more adventurous with my own photography. From the very beginning I could see I was amongst some very accomplished and dedicated photographers, whose work often has a signature aesthetic. In some ways that was and is the biggest challenge of the lot.
I honestly can’t say this is an attempt to capture M’s aesthetics, but rather it’s an interpretation of how they made me feel. So M, I never got to meet you, but I was constantly appreciative of your insights and your style and where ever you are mate, this ones’ for you…
as is often observed the sex blogging community is a smallish but very real community. We care about each others welfare, and the loss of a member is felt and sometimes felt deeply. Not only because we are often set apart from mainstream society but also because we openly share intimacies and insights into our lives, our sexual selves, and quite often our wounds. M did all of those things and graced our lives with some truly wonderful memorable images as well.
I’m more reluctant than ever to get out of bed, though it’s not just the cold keeping me here. Rather I am warm within my daydreams. It is not just the season that is turning.