Handle Me Like Meat.

“You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You’d have to be a man to know how good that feels how sweet…” A few days away from my little yoga studio now and the libido is soaring– It’s distracting but tolerable in the way that so many of my impulses have … Continue reading

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302 Posts… 54 To Go…

I’m going to write today’s story tomorrow– I’m utterly spent. I’ve had four hours sleep (thank you England!) done some 200 asanas in the sun by the sea, catered and watered some charmed folks for a fundraiser at one of my favorite photography studios and consumed a couple of flutes of lovely jubbly– all of … Continue reading

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You Can Drink My Wine If I Can Smoke Your Fags…

It’s all about the wine lately. Six sleeps to go till Hanging Rock… As if he is… That’s my Leonard… Love Leonard. Love Innocent Bystander. Love wine. KAPOW! Now… check out these fucking idiots– See, now I’m not entirely sure why Isobel Lucas get’s baptised at the end of this clip but I do think … Continue reading

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The Romancing of Self.

I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I stare out over the sea and contemplate the prospect of a icey cold dip. Or more sleep. I roll around for a moment or two. The feeling is already heavy and hard, right in my chest. Right in there. Jonathan Ames wrote today in … Continue reading

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