I have mentioned previously that whilst never collared, I once owned a bracelet which was as meaningful to me as a collar and key would…
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Raven hair and ruby lips Sparks fly from her fingertips Echoed voices in the night She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
12 CommentsJust two grown women having a perfectly average night in, courtesy of Godemiche.
14 CommentsThey call me an offering. Past Every year, a Sister gets chosen. Last year we watched as the slip of paper with Amy’s name…
17 CommentsHer nakedness did not bother her one bit. The route was dark and warm, and those she passed so caught up in their own work that none noticed her bare backside as she trod steadily, swiftly through the rabbit warren of backstage.
She tried to think logically of where he would have headed. They had performed here once or twice before, and she knew he sometimes liked to take a moment or two to himself, step out into the stagnant city air and smoke away his nerves. And she faltered as she approached the service doors to the cramped alleyway behind the theatre, unsure of who he might be with. She could not be sure the clutches of smokers and nervous ingénues would be as dismissive of her nakedness as the crewmen had been so far.
1 CommentA stain on your sleeve that doesn’t shift. You think it gone, Dissolved, until the light catches it; bleached and fixed forever. A bruise that…
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5 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 Comments(Boring background shit) This Summer, I went to Sexhibition (along with a very patient/loving/kinky friend of mine), and as soon as I bought the tickets,…
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