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Privately Absurd: Embrace
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Friday, 24 August 2012. I love the way he holds me. And he holds me a lot. We fleet around each other, his closeness being constant when I am around. I reach out for him quite comfortably, without fear of rejection or inappropriateness of my gesture. And so does he. We dance together, jumping around to some mad electro swing, touching briefly and then losing ourselves again. He strokes the back of my neck in return. Sorry, I am sweaty from all that dancing', I say looking up, not really being sorry.
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how-you-say-it: June 2010
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Thursday, June 24, 2010. Monday to Wednesday, I was in Manchester, on a course that I enjoyed thoroughly - fellow participants exceeding my expectations around humour, deep thinking, and scope for creating intrigue. Monday morning, during a break, I am walking down a wide looping staircase with a fellow participant, The Dane. She is 30ish, she is tidily casual, and we've already spoken of various cultural interests. What did you say you did? I manage a small design team. But, minimum wage? This pleases m...
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how-you-say-it: 5/7: Hours after Mam's service
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Monday, June 13, 2011. 5/7: Hours after Mam's service. Her parents had moved 200 miles north such that an adoption, 'at their age', could be effected. Now, overlooking a blustery North Sea, she clasped the hand tight - the good man, the one who would not get away, the one who had already decided to leave. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Northerner. In the Midlands. Looking rough. Listening hard. View my complete profile. 7/7: His Latest Period of Absence. 6/7: Light at the End of the Estate.
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how-you-say-it: 3/7: The Giveaway
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Saturday, June 11, 2011. Barely perceptible, but there, a flicker of something - no doubt about it, the eyes flashed alert. Half-baked hypotheses now queuing to be made sense of, the older man rose, made his excuses, and headed out onto the street. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Northerner. In the Midlands. Looking rough. Listening hard. View my complete profile. 7/7: His Latest Period of Absence. 6/7: Light at the End of the Estate. 5/7: Hours after Mams service. 4/7: I think, therefore it is.
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how-you-say-it: January 2011
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Monday, January 10, 2011. On Boxing Day, I risked getting into Newcastle-upon-Tyne - through hordes of sales shoppers and the great amassing ranks of 53,000 football supporters to entreat. There was a time, during some extended building works when the toilets were some combination of not draining and, thus, getting deeper. Phew, phew and phew again! I don't know why you do it. Y' know, they're just as happy chillin' out - maybe give them a year off next year, eh? Though I am adopted. I can hear that!
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Lady Pants: May 2011
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011. You've been dying to know, haven't you? I mean, I *must* have been up to something truly fascinating, given my extended absence, right? Uh, I wouldn't go that far. But here's a synopsis:. 1 I've been teaching High School english for the last 4 weeks. After two classes of boring the students and myself silly with totally decontextualised learning "Winter is a symbol for. anyone? They were finding meanings in poems that I hadn't even thought of. It was pretty bloody good. I'd rather ...
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Barbed Wire Boudoir: Smooth
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Monday, 10 November 2014. As any woman with an online presence will know, there are times when you receive messages from men who have clearly handed over editorial control to their gonads. Such communications vary in quality, from the obvious, but forthright "I really want to fuck you" to the more eloquent, poetical efforts of the horny intellectual, but the sentiment remains the same. Remarkably this lack of enthusiasm on my part still didn't douse the flames of passion. My continued silence was, pr...
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Privately Absurd: Natural slut
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Friday, 13 April 2012. I am lying there, my legs open towards him. I love touching myself. He knows it and lets me play with myself an awful lot when we fuck. He's masturbating too, staring at me so intensely, I can hardly bear his gaze and close my eyes. As the orgasm starts building in me, and my mind starts swirling with the all encompassing release he orders me to open my eyes. I open them briefly. He is now above me. Look at me', he says. I said, look at me'. Yet, it never comes. I do. Touch yoursel...
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Abysmal Musings: Fictions on an Imaginary 'He'.
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Tuesday, 14 October 2014. Fictions on an Imaginary 'He'. Some deeds wreak a violence upon the person that is irreparable, and the shattered being remembers what it was like to be whole with nauseating regret. How does a broken soul move on? Some lift up their heads and continue as if nothing untoward has happened, be it through shallowness, selfishness, or exceptional force of character. But what choice do the rest have? What led to this feeling? At his most honest he wanted to become two people, maybe m...
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