Re-Visiting the Past

So picture it: I’m sitting watching the telly, and find myself tightly holding a cushion and biting my lip. It’s yet another drama depicting a rape scene. There do seem to be an awful lot of them, either showing women being sexually abused or laid out on the coroner’s...

OUTing the Past 2018

So picture it: A wet afternoon in August. Of course it’s wet. It’s summer in England. My options are (a) go back to bed (b) do the housework or (c) catch up with emails. Housework is never an attractive option. As Quentin Crisp observed there is a natural limit to how...

Blocks, Books and Blogs

So picture it: I’m sitting at my computer in my bra and knickers, hair wet from the shower. I’m not inviting you to share an erotic fantasy, you understand, just waiting for the creative impulse to arrive, via the blank space currently in my head. The problem with...