Why is it that when you say you’re fat, others (those who are uncomfortable with the word) are quick to tell you you’re not. Particularly if you’re on the cusp of a small fat like myself (apologies if that term offends anyone, I just mean in terms of fatness, I am absolutely categorically overweight and … Continue reading Fat vs Beauty
I’ve been fat as long as I can remember. But to me it’s something I have, not something I am, in that I should no more be defined by the colour of my hair. Fat is a descriptive word and I’m more than happy to be called it. It’s a statement of fact (and I … Continue reading My body
I haven’t had sex in months. Which since the dissolution of my marriage is unusual. The last time was with a guy I’d been on a few dates with in February. We'd had some enjoyable dinners, a cheeky blow job in his car (he later admitted this was the most risqué thing he'd ever done), … Continue reading Lost the plot…. (I need to get laid*)
My best friend Laura and I jetted off to New York for a winter break in December. We’d both been before, so I made a detailed plan of food joints I wanted us to hit up as this trip was basically My best friend Laura and I jetted off to New York for a winter … Continue reading I’ll have what she’s having
I found last Christmas exceptionally hard. It hadn’t been long since my husband and I had parted ways, and he had only recently left our marital home. I coped relatively well to begin with. I started this blog. I began having casual sex, which was something I wanted to do. I wasn’t ready for a … Continue reading Last Christmas… (TW suicide)
In this modern day casual sex has become quite the norm for both men and women alike. Apps such as Tinder make finding casual partners relatively really fucking easy, and if you don’t want to date, why shouldn’t you just hook up for some casual fun? But how do you make sure you’re safe and … Continue reading Knock knock… who’s there?
When you walk down the aisle, you don’t think that you may one day separate from the person waiting for you at the altar. However, I’m a realist. No one in my immediate family hasn’t been divorced (save for my paternal grandparents, and my Grandfather died many years before I was born), so I never … Continue reading Separated, a year on