A Note From The Writer



Welcome to the archived blog posts (when I was a wee blogger, wet behind the ears and not aware of spell check and various other gramatical structures!) I have kept the writings unedited or reworked as I am in the process of doing a massive rewrite of my entire life, many posts I have yet to publish and this blog was merely writing practise for the massive job of sorting out my emotions whilst retelling the story as cuttingly real and dramatic as the real memory was.. some of the posts contained are raw, streaming emotion.. many posts although painful to write, had a tremendously cathartic effect - cheaper than therapy one would say. I welcome new and old readers to keep in touch via my author email (sensualexplorersatHotmaildotcom) if you have any questions or wish to share the feelings and emotions raised by my work.
I will announce the publish date and title whenever it happens and I have been clean now for three years. It is possible.
But it is never easy. It's a lifelong journey, I will always be an addict, but I must stay one step ahead of myself and protect all that can be ruined in the eternal struggle to be
at ease once again, comfortable in this skin.
Thank you for being a part of my story.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Saturday Morning


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The morning sun seeps into the study with it's special brand of happy.
Why it's saturday morning and I am doing the housecleaning for the BF.
I decide to play my favorite song one more time..
Caring is Creepy starts to play on my itunes from the Garden State
and fingers find the volume
My bare feet start to spindle the bare floors in the melody as I twirl around and around. I slink my hips to the right, to the left .
I'm wearing a fresh white singlet over my pink boyleg knickers and that's it.
I let my mind drift away with the rising sounds of his voice.
A gentle smile plays upon on my lips as I sway. Snchanted with the tilt of the upswing. I flow my hands down my satin curves and sway my hips to the beat , eyes forever closed. I raise my hands above my head and
I am lost in the beauty of the sounds and feeling of survival..
I think the nieghbour watches me for a moment..I wave and she smiles.
I keep on dancing.....and always will...
(Memoir to come - see how I get distracted)

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