My man is in prison. I am not going to tell you what for, it doesn’t matter. But he is in prison,one of those Victorian prisons, with high walls with a big, fat tube stuck on top to stop you climbing over, and a gatehouse with towers and turrets, like some parody of a castle.He is somewhere inside on a big echoing wing, in a … Continue reading Dolores
Read the previous instalment here Part Three – Leah Chernivtsy formerly Czernowitz Ukraine – 2010 By the time their tourist party had reached Przemysl, on the sleeper train, Leah was tired, and starting to feel that sense of loneliness and depression that can overwhelm solitary travellers. Not that she was the only single in the group but, despite her six months of study at the … Continue reading City of Whores -Part Three
Claire was her best friend. She shopped with Claire, drank cocktails, caught up over coffee, moaned about boyfriends. Claire was her only friend. And then she wasn’t. She knew this when Claire stopped answering her texts until the time she invited Claire to her birthday and read the reply “Your birthday? Certainly not!” She knew although Claire would not tell her. She knew that she … Continue reading I Want to be Your Skivvy
Part One of this story can be read here. Meanwhile, the summer of 1982 is drawing to a close. We spent the summer together. The council found me a flat after my father threw me out, in a block a couple of miles from Dudley town centre. Carl helped me to furnish it and my new comrades from the Labour Party Young Socialists came to … Continue reading Ghosts – Part Two
It all began the day Gary realised he fancied David Sylvian. And began to wear make up. And realised he was proud of he was, or who he might be. He went to the newsagents, leafed through Woman and Woman’s Own to learn about cosmetics, foundations and blushers and mascaras. Lipsticks were easier. After all you often saw women putting on their lippy in public. … Continue reading Ghosts – Part One
As I lost consciousness I fell into dazzling whiteness at the bottom of which was a long shining corridor to a large oak door. I entered into a chamber where a magnificent woman sat on a throne, peacocks at either side. “Come kneel before the Goddess of Cunt and make your petition.” “Gracious Goddess of Cunt, oh Queen of all Vulvas, I humbly request that … Continue reading How I Became a Woman
Heraclitus wrote that you can never step into the same river twice. I have been thinking about this a lot recently while reading Olga Tokarczuk’s fragmentary travel novel Bieguni. The English translation is called Flights which is not a particularly accurate translation. There are an journeys in this book, journeys of different kinds, journeys by train, by boat, by plane, journeys in time. Journeys of … Continue reading All the Sex We Never Had, All the Places We Never Went
I don’t know how many of you are familiar with cloud computing solutions? They are pretty new to me but my employer has decided we are going to go on onto the cloud as we work from home during lockdown. The advantage, they said, is that more than one person can work on a sheet at anyone time. And when we are all working from … Continue reading Every Cloud Has a Sexy Lining
For three weeks I have been stuck at home on my own. This means no sex. Well OK there is solo sex but I really lost my mojo for that when lockdown was announced. My go to prison wife fantasy wasn’t working for me. All I could think of was the reality of prison life now, during the crisis, the way in which the virus … Continue reading A Lockdown Visit
When I started Sixth Form I bought a denim skirt and a pair of shiny black knee boots. Unlike at the boys’ school next door, we girls of King Edgar’s High were allowed to wear our own clothes. And like my friends I was going to make the most of the opportunity. I was going to be the next best thing to a 16 year old … Continue reading An Evening at Barbarella’s
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