We talk about the nature of relationships, of men, how love comes in different forms. Passion, she says, you can feel “for the worst man you ever met. But that has nothing to do with a deeper partnership. In such a one, passion stays, but more important is confidence, respect, knowing a man is not […]Read more "Musing on monogamy…"
This week’s Wicked Wednesday post was inspired by Kat from Illicit Thought’s amazing photo. Do check out her blog, it’s really good! *** I am broken. I am glowing, but I am broken. My body lies crumpled, strewn out on the sheets with clothes and underwear scattered around me, but I am elated. I can […]Read more "Crumpled…"
HIM Her light switched on, drawing his attention away from his work. The gleam shone down into his study and he wondered how her day had been today. He only caught a glimpse of her as she flashed past into the bathroom beyond but the thought of her up there made him smile. From his […]Read more "Watching…"
The juxtamedullary cells detect reduced renal blood flow and convert prorenin to renin…renin converts angiotensinogen to angiotensin I, then angiotensin converting enzymes split that to angiotensin II, which stimulates the secretion of aldosterone…and what the fuck does aldosterone do? He threw down the textbook in disgust. Endocrinology was so logical, why did it not stick? […]Read more "Hormones…"
Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but … life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.’ – Gabriel García Márquez What do I see when I look at myself? Or perhaps who do I see? Do I see the girl […]Read more "What do I see…"
‘Make me!’ The words were out of her mouth before she’d thought through the consequences. Words that had rushed out in a surge and now couldn’t be taken back. ‘What did you say?’ He looked up from between her legs, a smile starting to stretch across his face. ‘Make me?’ She was more hesitant this […]Read more "Make me…"
‘I just don’t know what to do with myself Don’t know just what to do with myself …When I’m not with you I just don’t know what to do’ – Dusty Springfield, I just don’t know what to do with myself Desire is my friend. Desire drives me onwards. I know what I want and […]Read more "Desire…"