#DateCanada may have been here

Someone held me up at gunpoint last night. I’ll never forget the smell of his cologne or the brick butterflies banging around in my belly swiftly moving my partially digested spam Masubi to my colon.

We’ve come a few teeny steps forward on the stigma-front (to all the SW activists, thank you friends you’re so brave and so excellent, I wish I was brave too but I’m so fucking tired) but it feels like the only SWers that some of society is willing to accept are a niche bunch: ritch bitches.

Our sexuality is one of the most natural and human things about us and with the right people, it’s a great way to satisfy our physical and psychological needs.

The lives of 19th century women are known to us today mainly through their letters and writing, but also through the then new (black-and-white) portrait photography, and the vivid paintings, pastels and watercolours of impressionist artists.

I’m a big sport fan! I come from a sports loving and playing family. We had season tickets to football and constantly went to baseball and basketball games. Everyone in my family played a sport or 3.