I can come across as a right anti-social little bugger. One of the reasons is that I have low threshold tolerance to ambient noise. I’ve always been that way and recently it’s got significantly worse. The trigger for this thought train came from a Twitter thread on films. It becomes a bit of a joke when similar discussions… Read More »
This post is me cathartically venting. It is my way of dumping an unpleasant time over Christmas and moving on (until next time). CONTENT WARNING This post contains examples of the stream of consciousness I was subjected to over two days of Christmas. Be warned that it contains examples of :- Transphobia / Homophobia Racism Misogyny Body shaming… Read More »
I’ve played little numbers games in my head from a young age. I recall reading something that said the average time it took to get to sleep after the head hit the pillow was seven minutes. Years of nights as a pre-teen and teen staring at the alarm clock in the darkness counting units of seven minutes. The… Read More »
This post is inspired by a conversation this week with a lovely blogging lady. I’m speaking of when I grew up. I can’t speak for current generations, but the indications are that the gap in male understanding of females is wider and more unbridgeable than ever.
I find this an odd topic to contemplate on a personal level. I can read articles from people who are very aware of their preferred pronouns and I’ve come to understand why this is an important issue to them. Having said that, as the combined entity of him and her I am starting to have a strange relationship… Read More »
The break up wasn’t a break up in the traditional sense. No drama, no acrimony. Simply a flow from one state to another. In the first state she was an active domme and in the second, she wasn’t. In the first state I was her sub, in the second, a close friend.
This post is not about D/s nor is it funny. It’s about being angry at a re-awakening to the dark, vicious and sick side of humanity. Please move on if you’re looking to be amused. This is not an easy post.
This is not my usual fare, it’s something of a self indulgence. Today would have been my mother’s 78th birthday. She was born in South London a matter of weeks before the Luftwaffe started dropping bombs on London.
For those of us of a certain age and who had early Internet access Mrs Silk was a revelation and a pioneer. It’s seems that her achievements were rather accidental as she never really capitalised on them. That’s often the way with pioneers, they start something but it takes others to really make it a success.
After some internal debate I finally decided to post this. A recent visit to the opticians resulted in new prescriptions. One prescription for ultra clarity with short-sightedness, especially for driving. The problem with that was that I can no longer wear a single pair for driving and close up reading. So another prescription was made for reading. There… Read More »