April Roundup

April. the month of the hairdresser, the month of the beautician (Mandy and Jenna it was great to see you again!), the month when I saw one or two friends in the flesh for the first time in over a year, the month in which I looked good, and, consequently felt good. It was also the month in which I began to make firm plans for my retirement, and, specifically postgraduate study , of which more next month. ,

So where to start? For me personally, kink is still a way off but there is plenty to read about, to make me reflect, and to get my creative juices flowing for when I do get to play again. I enjoyed this by Lilith Avir looking at female submission. It bears repeating for the benefit of those unfamiliar with the world of kink that being submissive is not a sign of weakness, rather the opposite.

I posted about sadism for Kink of the Week and this by Molly from the April A to Z blogging challenge also spoke to me, becoming an evil little bitch being one of my life goals.

And also from the blogging challenge this by The Barefoot Sub. I have seen and experienced the power of rope bondage. The only thing is, I am not very good at it. So learning will be a definite post-lockdown life goal.

Another blog I have been following for many years is that of Maggie McNeill one of the most trenchant commentators on sex work issues in the US. This, on moral panics and the associated hysteria, is well worth a read.

Who doesn’t like a banana?

I posted about sadism for Quote Quest and liked this by Violet Grey for the same meme.

It’s been a long time since I featured Kayla Lords in this roundup, too long in fact and this on flogging and meditation was really good.

This interview with a transwoman by May More was thought provoking.

I loved this poem by Brigit Delaney

And, as the days get longer, and infection rates remain low, there is light at the end of the tunnel,

And music. It was in April 1980 that The Cure released their second album Seventeen Seconds. This marked a departure from the first album. Produced on a low budget, its spare haunting songs in some sense set the direction for next two albums, Faith and Pornography, regarded by many as their best. I don’t think, however, that anything they subsequently did was quite like this and Seventeen Seconds remains my favourite Cure album (and there have been quite a few in the last 41 years!). So enjoy M.