It’s like your DM’s. Live…
Well maybe not quite like yours…
Some people can write. Elegant. Elegiac. Elemental.
Me? I like to talk. Whether or not people will listen. I like a natter.
A bimble about. A heart to heart. Nonsense. Anything. And people talk to me… The weirdos…
So we are putting this talk out there. Live. And we want you to join in with us!
You can click. You can listen. You can call in. We will have topics. Themes and Guests…
Oh my we have a special guest for you in in the first one…
When – Thursday 30th March – 9:30pm UK
Where – Spreaker.com (A live broadcast website and phone app. You can make a simple anon connection with your twitter account.)
What? – You could get a Skype account and call in…
Why? – Have a glass of something. Listen in. Join in. Have a chuckle.
Who? – It’ll be me. (@watchingdistant) We have Submiss34F (@mistress34F on Twitter) and eye herself (@_masterseye on Twitter and here on the blogs)
More details to follow. A short live tech test on Friday where we will reveal the 1st guest! (We are really excited about this person saying yes…) and the first theme for the first show.
It will be funny, filthy, sex positive, rambling, shambling and we hope great fun!
Join us! We want you on board!
More to follow…
There isn’t an impetus.
There isn’t any desire.
There isn’t the confidence.
There isn’t the time.
There isn’t the drive.
There is a longing.
@ht_honey wrote an update today:
A blogger and tweeter I follow and admire, that has written and spoken honestly and candidly about body image and the sense of self. Her Sinful Sunday Post today is a rightful celebration, in an a lovely image.
Body image is such a subject isn’t it? In real life I and sometimes a very confident version of a self that I need to portray.
Online I know I am a roustabout fool. I am offline too.
But it’s a facade isn’t it?
I decided to take one photo. Allow myself some editing. Nut I had to use the one photo I took. And this was it.
I can fake confidence like the best of them but I am riddled with the body conscious fears of a 45 year old man, newly single after 20 years. I don’t loathe what I see. But I don’t like it.
The lovely thing about these posts are that people sometimes pop in and then leave supportive counter comments to challenge the posters view of self. There is no need for this.
Cold temporary dwelling that evoked the days of youth.
When a single bed was for sharing.
Tight spooning, dead armed, hair smelling closeness. Sometimes new and awkward. Sometimes familiar and friendly. Sometimes furtive and intimate. Sometimes rapid and rugged.
The single bed still had the potential to fulfill the requirements of a student me for a year or two.
And now? I overfill the footfall somewhat…
A single duvet is a drafty offer.
But I’m prepared to shift up against the cold wall like I used too.
My Twitter account has been about connections.
The Nonsense. The Chats. The Support. The Friendship.
Life is changing for me. For the better. Not easier.
And the next few months will be about staying in the light.
Seeing more. Learning more. Meeting more. Laughing more.
Being more me.
With the classic 1st picture trope of not tidying…