NAME (and Twitter if you have one) Hannah Lockhardt but please call me by my human name as it makes me much less nervous. Every…
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I want to delete my twitter account. Two days ago I went through the steps of deleting everything but the tweets and content of the…
9 CommentsInitially recorded as spoken word, listen to the original here I want you to tell me things. I want you to challenge me. Beat…
5 CommentsEroticon is an amazing conference for sex writers and creatives of all kinds, an inclusive space to learn, network, feel inspired and express gratitude for…
Leave a CommentI treated myself to a new weekend bag for some upcoming trips I’ve scheduled to break up my sadnesses a little. And so I got to thinking about what I should bring on my excursion to London. I may have overpacked.
15 CommentsIn the last week, whilst I have been trying to increase/streamline/provide evidence of my web presence as a writer, I started worrying. Yes, the book we do not speak of has made erotica – and specifically BDSM flavoured erotica – more culturally acceptable as a genre, up to a point. We read these books in public and no one bats an eyelid, even though most of them know someone is getting something eye-smartingly painful done to them within those pages at any given time. And yet, when I link my extracts of works in progress, I feel resistance within myself. For this is dirty work, in anyone’s language. This is wet and sticky and I am very proud of my words, but there is still that kernel of doubt that I am going too far.
On Sunday morning, I am wrapped around you like a blanket, drawing a smiley face in your chest hair. “I’m hungry.” I say. It’s 10am,…
3 CommentsIt feels disingenuous to write an end of year post highlighting the authors and creators I have enjoyed this year – as when those people have become friends, confidantes and so much more over the past 12 months, it looks cliquey and insular.
But the majority of these friendships were borne through our writing – mutual interests and taste similarities. Looking at one whose work emulates everything you wish to be, or writes about engagements that had never crossed your mind, or even actively repulsed you until you took the time to read about the subject and suddenly your horizons were widened and the world looked like a much different, slightly more magical place.
So I am unashamedly a fan of the work of so many people I think I am allowed to call my friends – some of whom I am certainly afraid to ask for confirmation in case they look at me askance – which has largely facilitated our friendships/’friendships’.
Anyway, here is my year roundup, faves, whatevers:
2 CommentsMy body in winter is so much more than the sum of its summer parts. In winter, the exposure of my body is not a…
6 CommentsFour weeks ago my world imploded as my M decided he could not continue to be with me, after some familial intrusion into our personal lives that some of you will be aware of.
Ten days later, nursing my poor, shredded heart, I wrote this letter to myself.
I have since reread it twice, and though it still makes me weep, it also calms me enough to press on.
Some minor things have been changed, names omitted (the copy I have in my file uses my real name), but other than that, it’s as it was then.