When the unremarkable conversations become crippling.

Tonight, after a few glasses of wine, a conversation began between two of the people I was with about sexual encounters during their childhood. This type of conversation, one that is quite unremarkable for them, is one that for me, will run around, playing games in my head for days, weeks, months. I won’t say…

Writing erotica

It’s not me, it’s them. I get my fair share of crude, not very well written messages. You just try and make sense of them, reply and move on. Some of these men though write like they are straight out of a course on erotic writing. I mean, they are amazing. My favourite time to…