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photosPosted on September 30, 2019 by bestill

I have blinds, I don’t use them

  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,…

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UncategorizedPosted on October 6, 2018 by bestillmybeatenparts

Kissing the Joy As It Flies

I’ve never really written about my username. It’s a quote from a William Blake poem: He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise. I don’t know if I have a favourite poem as such, but this comes close. It…

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UncategorizedPosted on September 9, 2018July 6, 2019 by bestillmybeatenparts

Hatefuck

    CN: This is a story about consensual emotional sadomasochism. It is entirely fictional. Well… almost.   He is such a man, almost laughably so, wearing masculinity like a Crombie coat. Laughable to you at least, you who have always been drawn towards a certain feyness in a man- a cigarette held at that…

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UncategorizedPosted on September 1, 2018 by bestillmybeatenparts

SOSS No. 1- Relationship goals

This is my first #soss post- I’m trying to impose the structure of the meme onto my chaotically ADDled brain, and formally send shouts out to the fabulous writing of some of my fellow bloggers. (Actually, even saying that feels weird- do I really feel like I can call myself a blogger? I have a…

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UncategorizedPosted on August 21, 2018 by bestillmybeatenparts

TMI TUESDAY: its transcendent!

1. What is sexy time to you? Is this question asking what time of day I most associate with Sexy Time? I don’t have an answer to that question. I am as much a fan of night- time nookie as I am of breakfast bangin’ and midday monkey- business. I have always believed that, as…

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UncategorizedPosted on May 29, 2018January 4, 2019 by bestillmybeatenparts

Compost

An old friend of mine just sent me an email. It wasn’t just to me- she’s set up a mailchimp newsletter. The email was about secrets- she has just made a journey to tell a huge, life- changing truth to people who needed to hear it, and when she writes about the process her words…

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UncategorizedPosted on May 16, 2018July 6, 2019 by bestillmybeatenparts

Angles

  I’m scrolling through my timeline, and there she is. Paper white skin, wine- red lips, long limbs and cartoon curves. She’s standing in front of a mirror with her lips very slightly open, seemingly as transfixed by her own beauty as the rest of the world must be. Her magic is common to all…

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UncategorizedPosted on May 5, 2018 by bestillmybeatenparts

Hungry Ghosts

red walls red lights two ghosts, on a bed, laughing   you can always make new memories a man says to me- minutes later I taste the words in his mouth, lick his words off my thigh.   I put the memory in the box where I keep all my precious things.   two hungry…

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UncategorizedPosted on May 3, 2018 by bestillmybeatenparts

The third of four men

3. The Cathedral I turn onto my side, my phone in my right hand, my left slipped between the cushiony warmth of my belly and the scratchy lace of my g- string. My little fingertip brushes wire and furze but this hand will move no lower, not today, whatever the temptation. And this is some…

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UncategorizedPosted on April 22, 2018 by bestillmybeatenparts

Four men: A series

1. Hopefully We meet in a club, the one with the red- walled room and the strings of fairy lights, the club I have come to think of as kinky Tiffany’s: nothing bad could ever happen to me here. We are queuing for the loo and strike up conversation; he says he is not kinky-…

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