You’re lying down, somewhere warm and dim. Safe. The kind of quiet that makes your body start to unclench, like it finally trusts it’s allowed to rest.There’s someone with you—not just anyone, but someone who sees you. Really sees you. They’re close, but not rushing. They move like they care, like touching you isn’t just … Continue reading In the Quiet of Desire
What is your favorite form of physical exercise? I quite fancy a bit of exercise that gets the ol' hips wiggling, you know, keeping 'em nice and limber, giving life a little zing.I'm a fan when it does good things for the brain chemistry, you get that wild, primal motivation to keep you going.And there's … Continue reading In the mood to dance
How deep-seated is this hatred? Or is it doing exactly what the title suggests...To me, someone with roots in East London, Ireland, and Norfolk, "the runs" implies having digestive issues.So perhaps it's like that: hatred has diarrhea. That's an interesting notion; maybe it will self-destruct.But that's not what I intended. When did humans start despising … Continue reading Hatred Runs
I've just had one of them thoughts that might not be proper to jot down.I was pondering on the matter of intimacy, you see, it's been quite a spell since I've partaken in such affairs. And it occurred to me, should the occasion arise once more, would I approach it as though it were my … Continue reading The Last of All
A Fool's Handbook 