bangsandwhimpers

bangsandwhimpers

Welcome to you , dearest reader

You have stumbled upon an almanac encompassing incredible, hilarious and dreadful dalliances spanning ten years and counting

Some are bangs, some are just whimpers: it’s all here in probably way too much detail

Pull up your chaise longue, extend your legs, take off your pants and mix a drink of your choice

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bangs and whimpers

  • The Record Label Guy..again

    It is Friday night and I’ve had some quite unexpected life changing news. I am still flatsitting, I have cried, like really ugly cried, wailed down the phone to a few people and am pacing about. This morning, my date… more ›

  • All Fours

    It takes me about a week to realise that I am in fact living out the fantasy of the protagonist in the Miranda July novel All Fours. I am living in my friends flat instead of my own house for… more ›

  • The Canadian

    It takes about 24 hours to realise that he is only in town for one more night. I even joke with him that he maybe should have started with that. He agrees. I already have a loose arrangement with another… more ›

  • The Hydropool

    I have been here before many times but never wearing this bathing suit or feeling this horny. It takes me a while to realise that nobody can see if I just slip the crotch of the suit to the side… more ›

  • The Record Label Guy…again

    Oh this is a mistake. In my sexnotes, it even says “never again” But he’s popped up as a suggested friend in my Instagram, and i send a follow request – what do I have to lose? Well, I bottle… more ›

  • The builder

    It is one of the hottest days of the year and I notice the burger first, the way he is holding it. probably a Big Mac although I’ve never had one. we are on a train platform and it looks… more ›

  • Begin again

    I am breaking my celibacy, a long year and a bit without anything, no sexual contact. It should feel less like a chore than it does now I know he’s definitely coming over. But the familiar habit of dressing up… more ›

  • Breast

    I go for a screening, this time in a mobile unit in a car park. It is almost laughable except it isn’t. I am early because there is no waiting room, no screen, no loo to visit first. I open… more ›

  • The Italian

    The photos are unmistakably me; completely naked. I’m on my bed: the covers familiar, the artwork in the background. Definitely my bedroom. One of me from the side: hair tied up, hands covering my face. And then three more explicit… more ›

  • On Celibacy

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