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. . . but when it is you - oh you - I have melted into your kisses, your slender hips. We have snaked ourselves in utopia’s breath, the raw splendor of each other’s vapidity. We are a mixture of fragrances that intermingle, swirling in ecstacy as we condense with the scent of each other’s skin. I could overdose on the sense of your soft touch, its wet tounge that slithers over my nipples, hands smoothing themselves along and down my inner thighs. This feeling, a flux of flutters that curl and throb in my solar plexus. A whirlwind cocooned and yet bursting with sweet effervescence. . .

Last night I lost my head in sparkles and shooting stars across the morning summer sky. I crawled past the sea with weary feet that barely brought me back to my home. I crushed stones beneath me with my shoes, listening to the endless crashing of nature’s waves with no one but myself to share this with. Every day has become a blurry myriad of inexplicable thoughts and dreams, harpoons of electroshock lovelessness. I have been drunk far too much in an attempt to escape what my mind and heart cradle. On Friday I realised how much I must loathe myself. In one year I have unintentionally developed an eating disorder (I am not even managing to eat one meal a day sometimes), and an alcohol problem.

Saturday - Drunk.
Sunday - Drunk.
Monday - Drunk.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday - Overdose.
Thursday night - Drunk.
Friday - Drunk.
Saturday - Drunk.

Congratulations!

Friday the 13^th turned out to be a good one. Miss Prim made a special appearance and A & I hopped a bus to London to escape from this incestuous little world of homos.

Phrase of the evening: “Hello. I’m bored. Can I blow you?”

(We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind)

Friends! Cross dressing! Drink! Drugs! Hot hot hot hot men! So much dancing! Oh a weekend of fabulosity, baby! Photos to come…

Pride weekend begins!

Baby, it all begins here. Friends, family, fabulosity! I shall, of course, be in full drag (my latest creation does not leave much for the imagination!) Even the Mothership is taking a trip down south to see her crazy homo of a son. I shall update with many a photo when it’s all over. For now, I leave you with a photo of myself from last year’s Brighton pride…