Surprise!
Turns out there are some pitfalls to having a bush when wearing crotchless fishnet tights.
Watching
I have always been a keen observer. Perpetually on the edge of things, at one time it was a survival strategy. An attempt to make sure I didn't say or do the wrong thing, that thing that would make my parents or my neurotypical peers look at me strangely, laugh, or get upset. I wasn't... Continue Reading →
My Voice
I took this picture for the chair prompt week, and didn’t post it. Not because it wasn’t ready, or it didn’t fit the theme, but because I was having a mini wobble about my photos and their suitability for Sinful Sunday. The truth is, I looked at everyone else’s amazing work and I didn’t feel... Continue Reading →
Sunday Best
Wearing my Sunday Best today
Cup of Tea
Who wants to come and have a cup of tea and a chat?
I am not ok
I am so very not ok. This is not going to be a fun or popular post. I have been dreading writing it for weeks, hoping that waiting might make it go away. The truth is, I was beginning to feel some measure of hope again, gradually building towards a slow but meaningful and connected... Continue Reading →
Scream
Sometimes I don't have words to describe how I feel. (The story behind this photograph is here).