diary
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London Leather: Epilogue and Afterglow
After the Leather Social, Cicero and I were both very tired and went straight to bed.…
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Starting to map the marriage
The first thing I did when Richard (my counsellor) arrived was apologise for breaching his privacy…
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Swiping across boundaries
In a bored moment, I was on one of the gay dating apps idly swiping through…
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A quiet rite by the sea
It’s been years since my husband last joined me on one of ritual trips to Clevedon.…
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Ball Pools and Broken Hearts
At the weekly cinema trip with Ambrosius, I was feeling tired and a little out of…
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Freudenfreude over Fajitas
Every few weeks I go out for lunch with my boss. This is in our capacity…
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Checking In
I’ve not heard from my husband for a few days. I was getting worried. He’s not…
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The Tears Are Not Ready
Things are getting deeper in counselling. Tonight we started talking about history, because I said that…
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Running Toward Myself
I have been for a run! The first since my heart attach ten weeks ago! I…
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The Spa of No Expectations
Ambrosius and I caught the coach to Bournemouth; fifty minutes, partly motorway, partly through the forest.…
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The trials of Venus
I had the day off to go to Bournemouth with my friend Ambrosius. We were catching…
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Waking Next to Absence
I had a friend over last night. Originally, he was going to come over and we’d…
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Love in the Time of Chlamydia
Well. Fancy that. A different kind of adventure. Today I got a message from a recent…
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Double Standards
As time moves on, I find myself reflecting on this that happened. One of them came…
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A Chronologically Confused Cardiac Adventure
I’d had an MRI last Monday, where they induced all the sensations of a panic attack,…
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