Time Is Fleeting

In the right circumstances, I've always quite enjoyed a good quickie. Now, granted I wouldn't want every fuck that I have to fall into the "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" category, but sometimes that's what's needed. There are, I'll admit, few things that beat a long, drawn out, sex session with fondling, foreplay and lots... Continue Reading →

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Finding Inspiration

Inspiration is all around. At least, it can be.  I tend to draw my sources from daily life. Sometimes a conversation will send my mind down avenues that I want to explore. A post, or tweet from another blogger may sometimes jog my own thoughts on a particular subject. Casually observing people going about their... Continue Reading →

Special Places

In a way, this kinds of links back to last week's post. While Friday may have been my birthday, that's not really something that means much to me. I keep track of the passing of the years more through the steadily increasing creaks, aches and pains, along with the greying and thinning of my hair... Continue Reading →

On The Inside

I have written previously about how mental illness has made me feel like an outsider; as someone who is always on the periphery and not quite part of group. Oddly, this doesn't actually bother me as much as some people might think it would. Yes, it can be quite a lonely existence sometimes, but I've... Continue Reading →

Self Indulgence

I have referred to my masturbatory "dry-spell" before. For reasons due to my depression and the medicine I take to control it, attempting to provide myself with a little "personal relief" all to often results in causing more frustration than it alleviates. Such being the case, it is something I have more or less given... Continue Reading →

Birds and Bees

Sex education, in my school, back in the early 1980s was perfunctory to say the least. It wasn't even called sex education. In my first year of high school, we got one class on "Human Reproduction" in science that covered the basic mechanics of penetration, fertilisation and gestation. In my second year, in what was... Continue Reading →

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