Dear diary, Or should I say dear sex diary, as that’s what it’s turning into. Dear sex diary, I have not had sex. Lol. I have met a nice trans lady with a nice big whip. I have applied for a job as a trainee hairdresser. Well that would be fun wouldn’t it? I have […]
Dear diary Today was a weird day. So I went to watch a load of hunky grown men fondling each other, in a sport they call ‘rugby’. I found it incredibly homoerotic. It is a shame that they don’t show women’s sports on the telly. Anyway. So that was… well… it was what it was. […]
I’m definitely dreaming too much now. And what a load of nonsense it is!! Give me half an hour while I type up this latest LOL. Oh my word my head… you don’t wanna be inside my head.
It’s fucking tearing me apart. I’ll sit here with the heel of my hand on my forehead, grimacing. There is nothing I can do about it. I have never felt this helpless. I have never had someone let me so far into their fucking life and then… what. How I long to not care. But […]
…and then you grow up and realise it isn’t any easier.