Saturday, 28 March 2020

March 2020... What Shall I Write About...?

Well, how the world turns.  A few weeks ago all I was bothered about was my aching back and its unfortunate consequence of an unsated libido.

Now, the world burns in a collective meltdown of fear, cold sweats and pain, thanks to that bloody virus.  All plans on hold, countries in stasis and limbo, and people left with an unknown future.

It goes without saying that sadly I am not currently working - the risks to all for breaking the advice from scientists, healthworkers and the government are not worth it.  At these times we must think of those most at risk in our communities, for that is the bedrock of a 'civilisation' - not survival of the fittest, but survival of the weakest.

My own plans for the near future have all been put on hold.  Fetish clubs and photoshoots have been cancelled, and like everyone I know I just hope the measures and damaging effects are short-lived and produce the desired outcome for us all.

Like most people, I am totally powerless over this thing, and there is very little I can do to help anyone really, apart already doing shopping for friends that are very vulnerable to the disease.  Oh, perhaps one idea is this...

...I'll trawl through my thousands of personal photos going back nearly twenty years and see if I can put one up a day until this madness ends.  It'll keep me a bit busy and might provide some amateurish photography fun for you, too.

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This was very kindly taken by 'friends' (I will use the term very fucking lightly, after the photos they took) after I'd crashed out at a private BDSM party all the way back in 2003 - that's seventeen, yes SEVENTEEN, years ago.  In my defence, I'd been partying, drinking and whipping for around ten hours when my body finally demanded some bed time.  The latex skirt perished a few years later - but I got my wear out of it for fetish Domme sessions, at least.

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