Like Damon Albarn and Alex Turner, I like to think of myself as having fingers in many different pies. Then again, I could just be Ado Annie – a girl who can’t say no. Either way, I have many projects on the go, and I know that this here blog is being neglected, yet again. It may be time for a little reboot, but we’ll see. Basically, one way or another this blog is going to make itself useful again. But I won’t make any promises about when.
In the meantime I’ll be honest, I’m not quite sure whether I’m writing this for my readers or for me. Usually I write to impart knowledge, or argue ideas; today I’m writing what is effectively a list of reminders. Or perhaps it’s a list of promises. Either way, it is a list which will probably prove more useful to me than to you. On the other hand, if I’m having trouble keeping up with my various projects, I can only imagine how lost you are. And I remain convinced that I do still have a handful of readers who care where my work is, and what I’m up to. So, in the spirit of being a good host, here goes… Continue reading
For the past four years or so, I have been exclusively dating older men. Some just five, or seven, or nine years older, and some… well, significantly older than that. And really, when I say “older men,” I mean those who are (roughly) 15+ years older than me. Because I find that it is at around the fifteen year age gap that there becomes significant difference in the divide. Men who are ten years older than me may not have grown up in the nineties per se, but they were teenagers, and so they remember that decade with a similar kind of naïvety. They hadn’t quite learned not to love terrible music, and they still felt that patterned leggings on girls might be acceptable. Men who are fifteen years older than me were at university in the nineties, and that makes a difference. Going on from there, as would be expected, it seems to be the case that the larger the age gap, the more significant and numerous the differences. Although that’s not to say those differences are always negative. 
My dearest, darling readers and friends -
I just thought I should post to notify you darling readers that Raziel Moore – of The Erotic Writer – and I recently read a story for the Remittance Girl Podcast. Tourist is a story in four parts, two from a female perspective – read by me – and two from a male perspective – read by Raziel. It’s a darkly erotic piece which may push some people’s boundaries, so – as usual – please use your best judgement when deciding whether to listen.
