I recently had an interesting conversation with a friend about intimacy and how, as a single woman, I can’t possibly
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I recently had an interesting conversation with a friend about intimacy and how, as a single woman, I can’t possibly
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If my first child-free weekend in my new home was a resounding success it was about to be challenged. Attending one
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Lockdown has provided plenty of food for thought.
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It has been so long since I have been able to write anything. Words disappeared for a while. I set
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This week Food For Thought Friday has asked us to think about Landmark in our lifes. What, if any, have
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Late last spring I was fitted for a bra for the first time since my teens. As soon as I
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When I was 14 I had a grumbling appendix. The doctors wouldn’t remove it because they didn’t see it as
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From one thing, know ten thousand things.
Ok, so Eroticon is my one thing, and my brain has been filled with ten thousand other things.
When I found this quote for my title I initially intended it as a tongue in cheek reference to how full my brain is following the conference. However, in an effort to narrow it down to the top ten things I learnt, it has become clear that I wasn’t far off. No matter, I shall break it down as best I can.
It is funny how life experience changes us. During my marriage I was made to feel like I couldn’t do
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This week I’ve decided to join in with the quick fire TMI Tuesday questions. Complete each sentence with an anecdote
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1. Do you like where you live or do you wish you could move? I love where I live! There
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It is time to fill in the blanks. I am hesitant to set my intentions for a new year, but
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It’s that time of the week when I can share my breasts for #Boobday. What better way to showcase my
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This weeks Food for thought Friday prompt has struck a chord with me. After such a wonderful birthday last week,
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Writing is a wonderful way of processing my memories. Sorting them out like strands of spaghetti. And the more wonderfully wicked experiences I enjoy, the longer my writing list seems to become. Hey-ho, it’s a hard life.
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