I don’t look into their windows and assume they don’t look into mine. What are they going to see, anyway? A medium- sized, middle- aged woman rolling off her airbed and padding into the kitchen to shake oats into a pan, eat applesauce from the jar with a spoon as the porridge plaps quietly,…
I’ve lost the ability to talk. I haven’t, that’s a nonsense. I’m talking for England, my old home, my home no longer- I sit outside cafes in Prenzlauerberg and Mitte, drink muddy coffee and talk. I sit in church halls and talk, sit on the UBahn and think before meeting up with new…
It’s not like I’m incapable of enjoying my body unless it’s via the medium of the selfie… But it helps. Note to self: take more naked photos.
Sometimes I love my tits. Sometimes? Most of the time? Much of the time, perhaps, most accurately. Sometimes, however, I absolutely don’t. Sometimes they don’t feel good and they’re too big for my bras. Sometimes they feel saggy and I am overly aware that their skin is doing an age- related wrinkling thing which I…
I miss my mum. Let me tell you a little bit about my mum- and I would only ever be able to tell you a little bit, because she was so enormous that to tell you everything would take years. Not enormous in terms of stature: she was only 5 foot 6 but my…
So! I’ve banged on quite enough about the tricky bits of Eroticon 2019. Here are some of my best bits: 1. Sharing a room with Hannah Lockhardt. It is broadly unnecessary at this juncture to go into detail about the degree to which my time spent with Hannah could be characterised as TRAUMA BONDING.…
Continue reading‘If in doubt, photograph your bum’: Eroticon part 2
So my first Eroticon is over. I’m at home, eating plenty of buttered toast with Sub Bee’s homemade honey to fend off Con drop, and surrounded by swag. And I do mean surrounded- my bedside table is crowded with mugs, packets of lube, badges, tote bags, T- shirts and sex toys. (I am a womble…
Continue reading‘If in doubt, photograph your bum’: Eroticon 2019 part 1
This time last year I was a mess of sweat and langour, lying on a bed in a hut by a beach. It was too hot to move and too hot to eat and too hot for modest dress so mostly what I did was read books and doze and play with myself. The window…
I’m going to Eroticon! I wasn’t sure if I would be but I am! This will be my first time at Eroticon but I’ve been to enough cons of other sorts to know that, while fun and stimulating, they generally require huge amounts of energy and self- care. Two weeks ago I was on…