Exploring Kink as a Monogamous Married Couple
Many moons ago Mr. H and I visited the Lake District, we were on our honeymoon, and in one of the shops we came across a selection of items marketed as native american spirit animal talismans, and directions on how to select the one which spoke to you. This is one of those times that Mr. H’s choice surprised me. You see he loves dogs, and wolves, so I thought he would choose the wolf. Instead he chose the bear. More accurately I suppose, the …
In this new lockdown, as with others, one of the things I see most on social media is how bored people are, going mad, stir crazy, locked up in their homes with their families. I find this saddening and fascinating at the same time. We spend so much time busy with our lives, running here and there, how many of us actually spend time truly together? So many couples reach retirement only to find they do not know each other any more. But I digress …
I think it is fair to say for many people right now life kinda sucks. We are unable to enjoy the freedoms we did in order to ensure the NHS can cope with the number of people that are unwell, and to protect as many vulnerable people as possible. Covid 19 will, I think, be remembered the way we remember the black death and the Spanish Flu, and I for one hope that I do not lose and friends or family to it (touch wood). …
Music has the power to transport us to the past, and bring back memories, some good and some bad. I grew up with the songs of Madonna, Bon Jovi, Meatloaf, Abba and Fleetwood Mac, and so it is no surprise the songs of these artists can be used to track the journey of my life. Early Memories. Chiquitita by Abba, always brings back memories of Saturday afternoons spent with my aunt and Dad. After my parents divorced, every Saturday I was collected by my Dad …
“You only have one chance to make a good impression,” is something that my parents drummed into me my whole childhood, and they were damn good at putting on a show that meant people never saw the real home I lived in. I knew from an early age that nothing I did was good enough, I was a girl, a split arse, useless, a disappointment. I have tried so hard to redefine myself as an adult especially after my breakdown in 2005, but recent events …
I have spoken a few times about how I have a tendency to overthink things and how this affects my mental health. The lockdown has I think, had a bad effect on many people judging from some of the comments on twitter and facebook from people who are struggling with feelings of isolation and boredom. I have a theory that having things to do, to occupy your mind is essential to maintaining a stable mental state. I know it doesn’t do for me to be …
I love being a girl, I’ve never wanted to be anything else and I know that makes me lucky. I have never known the emotional struggle of not feeling comfortable in my own body, of having to make others understand that my gender identity is not the one I was assigned at birth. I know nothing of it. How could I? It’s not something I have experienced. My brother is gay and our parents were extremely and openly homophobic. We hated it, but given my …
Well metaphorically speaking anyway! I have endured and overcome many things in my life so far. I have written about most of these things before. No matter what has been thrown at me, I have with determination and perseverance, continued to live my life and to be kind to everyone I meet. Despite my childhood, my children’s mental health challenges, and my own daily struggle with pain and depression, I have persevered. A pig headed, probably irrational, desire to believe that this is not going …
I never thought of myself as an anxious person growing up, but then again, I was extremely proficient at being the child my parents expected me to be in social situations. My mum was “painfully shy” as a child and was determined that I would not be. From a young age she pushed me into social situations, pushed me to talk to children, to perform tricks front of adults, (reciting poems/singing songs) all with the belief that this would not make me shy. Instead I …
This week Wicked Wednesday is asking ‘what keeps you going? What do you believe in? I believe in me and I believe in Mr H. But mostly it is Hope. Hope keeps me going. I hope that my boys will find their way, hope that my back pain will one day be if not gone all together, be reduced enough that I can live a normal life, and hope that someday we will all exist without the need to hurt each other. I believe in …