Disturbing Calm

I am not fixed as such. I don't claim to be sorted, or that it is all over. I may never be able to utter those kinds of words. I am ok with that.

I Have A Feeling Feelings Feel A Little Off.

I struggle with certain emotions. I mention this because sometimes, if we talk about things we find difficult, it helps others recognise themselves. It can give shape to feelings they already have but don’t yet understand.

Hide & Seek With Ourselves

Over the years I have inhabited this planet I have seen how humans have got better at defining their sexuality.

Touching and the art of feeling

Part of my recovery has included a lot of curiosity. It is in my nature to enquire and ask why and how, and what if we didn’t do that, what if we did this instead?

Smooth Silky Sexy Skin

This may turn out to be something I regret writing. Honesty taken too far, or just unsettling for you, the reader, to know.

Some Things Are Better, Blurred

I have never understood therapy as a lifestyle accessory, or why anyone would insist on sticking with a therapist who irritates them. Or the people who think their therapist is an idiot.

Learning The Art Of Untying Knots

I had a couple of days where I accidentally learnt some things about myself. Too early to judge if they are useful yet. Enlightenment maybe, understanding, perhaps even a little clarity.

The Sound Of Silence

Sitting in my bedroom, a book open on my lap. The sound of the front door slamming shut. The distant voices lowering and a sickening dread rising in me. This is it.

What makes you laugh?

Laughter is so important to me. It has many shapes. I love it if you can get a child to the point of uncontrollable giggles. To make people involuntarily laugh with a huge guffaw is one of the best achievements you can have. Or the delicious moment where, despite the serious atmosphere or solemn occasion, … Continue reading What makes you laugh? →

On Being Male

I am noted among my friends for being metrosexual. I wear clear nail varnish and I do not do football; I neither understand it nor care for it. I can throw a punch with my trainer at the gym while gossiping and bitching.