diary
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His Birthday, Our Old Conversation
The husband and I (we’re still married – at least for now) never talked about what…
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Pillion: Power, Desire, and Dinner After
Patricius and I went to watch the film Pillion; we had once both been into motorbikes…
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My Father’s Script, and Mine
My dad phoned just as I was leaving the house to take the dog on her…
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The Wages of Sin (Apparently) Are Haemorrhoids
London’s leather weekend was the most debauched I’ve ever been. Again, without going into details on…
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Debugging the Body: A Visit to the GP
About a week ago I sent an e-consultation to the surgery to ask whether the timings…
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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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