My #facepics are never up for long. But it would be rude to deny a rare good light.

The kind of longing that electrifies your skin,that crackles like a shield between you and the world. Come. Here. Tu me manques. #Kiss #Desire #SoundUp

Very well, then, I contradict myself. (I am large, I contain multitudes.) Have I just hit the gym hard (21 sets of 15, 7 different routines, 27.45t lifted/pushed/pulled in 40 minutes)? Yes. Have I just devoured a triple chocolate cookie? Also yes. Je ne regrette rien. #Gym #Cookie

Absolutely #FeralFriday tonight, and no-one within reach to ravage. Fuck. #FCF

I have read so many books this year and I feel stuffed to the gunnels with wisdom.

New Hampshire Dialectics. Thesis: Live free. Antithesis: Die. Synthesis: Die free.

Thinking of branding you. Caging you. Feeding you from your pet bowl as I tilt your head over the bed and throatfuck you, hardening my cock for the woman I'll be fucking. You are tied and cannot touch: reaching over mid-fuck, I laugh to find your cunt is soaking your thighs. #FCF #FeralFriday

What's a song that makes you horny? For me, Glory Box, by Portishead. "Give me a reason to love you. Give me a reason to be A woman. I just wanna be a woman."

It's still, just about, Thursday. #ThighThursday

The 'my perfect partner' bit annoyed me a little. My perfect partner's likes are irrelevant (hard limits aside), entirely subsumed by an overwhelming need to please. Completing an uncomfortable task for me turns her on far more than being utterly spoiled by anyone else. That said, pretty accurate.

I made a dozen pancakes today, and only as I tossed the last one remembered that this Tuesday has, as yet, remained unshriven, unconsecrated, and unblessed by my tits. Mea maxima culpa.

Quote your pfp in its full-sized glory.

I had 4 days away from work and family in early July. That was the first time in 20+years and it was *Paradise*. By the end of day two I was starting to remember who I was. That I am more than *this*. Gone again now, of course. I work 70+ hours and come home to domestic duties and parenting. Finis.

My circular narrative. I am truly so fortunate in my friends and acquaintances here. 'In my friends is my beginning.' ❤️❤️

#SoapySunday. Plenty of room for another.

Arms and the man.

An oldie but, I hope, a goodie for #SepiaSunday.

A love-poem with a difference, for the Feast of St. Valentine. Remember that we are all lovers. We were born to it, conceived in it, grew in it, and every song, human, bird, whale, insect, is in the end a song of love. Do not give up on Love. It will never give up on you.

An oldie but a goodie for #Caturday. Meet Felicity, who is a Very Good Girl.

Is it unfair to the good burghers of Waitrose for me to be entering their demesne looking like such an absolute menace today? #Saturdayselfie

Happy Valentine's Day to an extraordinarily talented, kind, beautiful woman. Poet, Muse, friend, adviser, and the most astonishing lover in all Heaven's infinite ocean. Thank you for everything, @ghostsinsnow.bsky.social .

Why, this is January, nor am I out of it.

Run your hands over me.

This, in response to Trump blockading and starving the actual country of Cuba. People this cheerfully ignorant should not have the privilege of a vote.

Right. Time for my annual Emotional Support Television (TTSS, Guinness version).

When you're weary, Feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all. I'll take your part, When times get rough, And pain is all around. Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.

Moved up to 80 kg, 3x15 reps, on bicep pulldowns today. Progress is slow but I think visible. As ever, please click to actually see.

Time to myself, While the sun yet shines. Before my day is done, O gods of light, Grant me this. Space for thought, Room to breathe. A pause for life To speak again in my dulled ear. May there be long, warm afternoons, Velvet nights: sweet, slow wakings To lazy mornings kissed with love. #Poetry

Literally just had 4.5 minutes home alone. The briefest whisper of privacy. Still, something.

New And Startling Evidence Links Russia to Jack The Ripper, Genghis Khan, And Attila The Hun. By Carole Cadwallader. "I Wish I'd Thought Of That One", Whimpers Harold Shipman From Upside Down In His Barrel Of Burning Tar, Hell.

Never has 'skill issue' been more appropriate.

#SepiaSunday #Arms

The wheels fell off my #WagonWednesday, but you can see my spare tyre here.

When there is nothing good in your own life, and everything is falling apart, you have two options: 1) Find the positives in others' lives. Look out for people you love. Encourage, support, raise people up. 2) Become embittered. Lash out. Pull people down. I choose the former. Too many don't.

'By the end of the month.'

I am trying to accept this unwanted fork in my road as an epiphany that will lead me to better things and freedom. At the moment, I am overwhelmed by the selfishness.

The discourse over criticising liberals for finally accepting Trump is fascist misses the point. Fascism is an inevitable response to Bretton Woods no longer guaranteeing the US economic primacy. America can implode under Trump, or founder under the Dems. But quickly or slowly, it will fail.

I cannot explain how rare it is for me to have 90 minutes at home alone. Certainly the first time in many months. I could cry at that precious window coinciding with feeling especially hideous, blubbery, and ancient today. Picture an elephant seal, preserved since the Bronze Age in a peat bog.

'If you can keep it.' #AmericaAt250

Remember: POL(iticians)+ICE=POLICE. ICE are unpopular right now, so politicians are beginning to jump on the anti-ICE bandwagon. But if police were anti-ICE, ICE wouldn't dare murder. Police are just ICE with political support. As thuggish, as thick, and as fascist. #MeltICEwithFIRE #FuckICE

I know it's a cliché, but is there anything more lonely than being openly despised in your own home?

My heart hurts and it's entirely my fault. I should not want what I cannot have, but one cannot help that sometimes. Someone tell me happy things going on in their lives?

This got me thinking: Which historic English counties would twin well with European countries? Oxfordshire would be Greece: beautiful, but academically and architecturally living off past glories. London=Germany: a dark past which led to much of its power, resented but needed by its neighbours.

Permission is close to being granted. She has been spectacularly good all day.

30 million human lives destroyed over 20 years, but QUIETLY so no-one made a fuss. If only we'd trained our SA to destroy families decorously. #Liberalism #DNC

Great! Without these, the cops at the protest will find it much harder to escalate and... <Finger to ear>Wait, I'm hearing that cops are not people, and therefore WILL be allowed to bring the war, for the 64,000th day in a row. But at least cops aren't people. Follow the log8c and act accordingly.

I remember a recent time, after the suicide of a primary headteacher, when OFSTED promised to be less intimidating, less punitive, less threatening. But, of course, teachers at *this* school are against genocide, and the British state cannot tolerate that. So in come the horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The Chief Constable in charge of Hillsborough, where 95 people were killed, avoided even an iota of what the 'violent hooligans should not be invited into the country' Chief Constable is getting. Yet again, the only rule is who counts as human and who doesn't.

Drop a great pair of eyes from a movie or TV show.

In the midst of darkness, be a flame. Read these anniversary eulogies for Alan Rickman. The most loving, warm, heartfelt words I've read this year. As with George Michael, I had no idea about his politics, generosity and solidarity. My fault. Be more Rickman ❤️ www.theguardian.com/film/2026/ja...