I’ll be closing the survey tomorrow, making graphs (yes, yes, I am a complete nerd… but not nerdy enough to be a geek, which would make me much cooler!!) and figuring out how to hold that mirror up with all of the interesting information about you. Secrets!
I am delighted that so many quiet readers have ventured out from behind the keyboard to share some snippets with me (hello you!).
So… last chance… please do … Continue Reading
(because no-one else will think this is funny…)
There are some questions that you asked in my survey that are easy to answer, I like easy! If you want to out yourselves as the owners of said questions by fessing up in the comments, feel free… the confession box is open…
Ready? Here goes:
A daily cartoon strip?
*laugh* Ummmm… no, but that did make me laugh. And I have included a couple that I stole from elsewhere*, just for you!
(I look … Continue Reading
I am so delighted at the amazing responses to my survey so far that I wanted to post a premature ‘thank you!’.
I am enjoying the feedback immensely! Not only for the stats, which are interesting enough all on their own, but even more so for the fabulous comments that you are volunteering – they are thoughtful, insightful, funny, personal and often truly lovely. I am absolutely loving hearing from you!
And plus, I will … Continue Reading
TOO LATE! THE SURVEY IS FERME/FINITO/OTHER F-WORDS
That means you don’t really exist… you realise that right?
Now everyone, I want you to sit quietly (shush you, Johnny…! Don’t think I can’t see you there in the back row!!) and pay attention…Here is a test. Well, ok, not a test, a survey, but it looks kind of like a test except it’s really easy and there are no wrong answers, so not really like … Continue Reading
He was shocked and bewildered and lost. Our play had hit something at the core of him and he looked stricken, chest heaving, face screwed up, on the edge of tears. I cradled him, rocking him gently, kissing, crooning to him.
“It’s ok baby, it’s ok,” I stroked his face.
He looked up at me, a little boy, scared and bewildered.
“Please hurt me…” he asked in a small voice, “please…?”
I understood at once … Continue Reading
I had a dream last night, I don’t often remember dreams.
My boy was in it. Someone had beaten him with copper wire, I wanted to see it. I made him take his shirt off to show me, his pale upper back criss-crossed with cuts and marks. I look at it, it makes my stomach lurch with lust. I grab his injured flesh, closing my fist on it, digging my nails into the torn skin, … Continue Reading
