hmm? So much easier.






hmm? So much easier.






It makes you understand very quickly.
Leopold von Sacher-Masoch wrote that. He knew a thing or two, that lad. They should name something after him, to commemorate his life and work.





Cruellan (and Goddessian) material continues to become more and more available. Go check out the ‘SLOC’ programme and download gigbytes of sneering, beatings and delicious unpleasantness – and there are ever more magazines. ‘Is it free’? No it’s not free, you cheapskate, and nor are the best things in life. Like a lot of this stuff, though, I’m sure it’s vastly cheaper than it used to be when these things were bought wrapped in flowery paper in a Soho shop and carried home in shaking hands and breathless anticipation.

A few adverts I have come across*, while tidying my SO’s magazines.






* [Memo to self: put footnote down here with some witty innuendo about ‘come across’]
Lace and satin pressed against me. Musical link is, for once, reasonably related.















The wonderful, clever and lovely Tiffany Naylor, who nayled me good and proper a few years back. I still have the warm glow.



I never do. Never been much of a risk-taker, unless you count marrying my SO.






It wasn’t really a request in the first place.






In fact, you usually have to pay them. After sending a polite introductory email, and confirming on the day.






Ah…. the holidays are over. So much laundry to do, so many ‘thank you for the fuck’ postcards to send to her holiday beaux. But it’s good to be back to abnormal.





