|These are what I shall be marking. The papers, not the girls.|
This year I don't seem to be churning stuff out as much. No, not this year, just lately. I've managed to shove out a whole raft of Beer Reviews - which used to get as many views as my other posts but then my other posts started getting more views - but I'm very aware that they were only ever on here as part of my life experience rather than being the point of the blog.
|Except reverse the genders. My Girlie is older.|
Mind you, the Boy is very much more adventurous in how
he slaps pieces together and cares little for the end
result. If my Girlie can't see how to build a finished result
she won't even start.
In many ways things are very much more positive. They really are.
|The best I could come up with to illustrate|
a female academic.
Did it ever occur that image-heavy blogs
are a sign of a male author?
Text-heavy are more likely female writers.
Males are generally more visual than
And I don't mean the lack of sex. I am not owed sex and being kind is not a way of creating a sex response, no that's just down to the fact that I love Tilly. She is, after all, mother to my children and quite intelligent. Way more intelligent than me (no, really, I will not forgive her for her First in History or the fact she had straight As in A Level and mostly As in GCSEs) and very capable of having intellectual conversations on my level and above. More importantly, she can talk about high-level issues with people who are not familiar with them and do so in a way that is never threatening and can bring them into the conversations. In short, Tilly is often a better teacher than I. She is also on a second draft of a novel that continues to develop and get written. She has beta-readers that are critical, supportive and professional but, and this is crucial, who recognise that what she is writing has legs.
Tilly is better at all the things that I use to define myself. It's why I fell in love with her and asked her to marry me. I am not sure why she said yes.
|I'mma just leave this here.|
And I'm losing my thread here. Perhaps not drying up, just not settled yet.
|An oldie but a goldie.|
Also, recently, I've been reviewing sexual fantasies. And I did say that I would try and write these up here not to titillate (many better sites than mine do a much more effective job than I at that, so I shan't compete) but as an exercise in being less ashamed of them and, hopefully, being better able to share them if the situation arises.
In these I go out en femme with Toby and somehow find myself bound and gagged at the house of the friend. Here she fits a chastity device, being lesbian she has no real desire for PIV sex or anything else involving a penis, and uses me as a maid on weekends. During the week, still in chastity, I have to carry out my work at the time but she knows that I have to come back to her. We agree to use a particular set of wigs, well, agree may be a strong term. Female Domination is a large part of this, as is the feminisation aspect of the dressing and the chastity uses a catheter, removing bladder control (by bypassing the muscles and causing instant draining) and thus necessitating (unrealistically I might add) the use of nappies (and thus introducing an element of infantilism into the situation).
|It's been a while.|
Wow. Well, no way anyone could mistake that analysis as pornography!