My Struggle with Addiction (Go Sober.)

Addiction is something I’ve wrestled with from as far back as I can remember. There’s been periods where I’ve felt as though I would never recover. Times that I was completely and utterly at the mercy of someone, or something, else. Throughout my life I’ve felt powerless to a situation, I’ve felt powerless to a person, I’ve felt powerless to…

Queer in the Headlights

I was thinking about it today and if I had charged an entry fee to every guy I’ve brought back to my flat since January I could probably have paid my rent for a month. I’m just recently emerging from a somewhat floozy stage that started a few months ago, and I’m glad of it. Not because I feel as though casual…

10 Completely Honest Facts About Myself

1) There is no clearer sign of my anxiety over a situation than the amount of commentary I’m doing about it on Twitter – it’s an easy way to (briefly) side-step reality. 2) The reason I will never commit a crime is because the news media will report my height, weight and post an unfiltered picture of me. 3) I…

Coming Up Next On Your Life!

I don’t think there has ever been a period of my life where I haven’t continually felt as though I was merely limping from one crisis to another. It’s been a week since I jotted anything down for this blog, even though I have done some writing outside of it, and that was due to me having, yup, yet another…

Confessions from the ‘bit on the side.’

When you’re telling someone about your partner cheating on you, they immediately demonise both your partner and the person they cheated on you with. The ‘bit on the side’, the side chick – or side dick – whatever you want to call them, automatically become the villain in that scenario. ‘They should know better’ tends to be the go to…

Running Up That Hill – World Suicide Prevention Day

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, but not many people know that. Partly because it isn’t really considered a suitable topic for casual conversation, as opposed to say a broken arm, and partly because a lot of people operate under the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ way of thinking. It’s a taboo subject, it’s a hard subject to listen too but it’s…

Why I’m now seeking intimacy over casual sex.

(I am completely aware that this title probably makes me sound like a middle aged woman.) There’s something weirdly pleasurable about seeing a past fling in the street. It’s like waiting on that second sneeze that never comes. It happened today and I couldn’t help but think ‘I wonder if he still wants to fuck?’ Then I got to thinking…