i don’t live there anymore

There’s a letter from my mum in the mailbox when i open it – a brief note, returning something of mine and acknowledging my birthday, but nothing of the 34 years preceding it. There’s money too – i leave some on the counter for my ex – my friend – my tenant, because the electricity…More

Illfitting

A couple of years ago i got into a discussion with a few kinky people about dress codes at kink events, and confessed that i found them challenging – at the time, in fact, a barrier to me attending. It was explained to me that their purpose was to encourage people to express themselves, and…More