Sexing the Social Life

The morning after I returned from Melbourne, I woke up to an email from Amie Wee, asking if I wanted to come with her and get interviewed about sex blogging and social media for this show called The Social Life.

Me: jetlagged, bruised, and very tired. So why the hell not?

I’m very glad I took Amie, and Lewis Bostock, up on their invitation. I had a lovely time, and I  think the interview came out fantastically. Having permission to wear m’Lady’s collar calmed and centred me, too.

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A.A. Milne and labia torture

What does one have to do with the other? Well, when I was eight I memorised a poem for a class competition (and I won a book – I have always loved owning my own books, so it was a good incentive). The poem was an A.A. Milne one – and I memorised it well, so I’ve been able to recall it ever since.

Which is very handy if you’re being told to recite a poem whilst your inner labia are being pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, and otherwise tormented. A poem that you can remember – one that you can belt out the first verse of, albeit somewhat raggedly and with the occasional additional interjected swear word – is an extremely useful thing to have.

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