I Finally Grew Into My Sexuality

I took these photographs several months ago, after a liberating time in Iceland, where I essentially grew into my sexuality. It's taken thirty-five years to fully open up to how valuable sex is to me. Thirty-five years to realise who I am as a sexual being and what my body is capable of when I… Continue reading I Finally Grew Into My Sexuality

Root Yourself, Earth-Sign

"But we know, damnit all—we KNOW: our dark, the one that we are and have, is where we grow. So, as ever, root yourself, Earth-sign. Root yourself and do as things growing in the dark do. Wait—and grow immense and undeniably present in yourself." - Nafre, my friend who bleeds wisdom.

All Those Summer Nightmares : Self-Portraits June/July/August

This devastatingly hot summer is one I would rather forget for reasons I'll inevitably discuss with a therapist. Depression has his heavy paws on my shoulders, so I don't have what it takes today to really talk about my photographic journey these past few months. Also, WordPress has fucked around with the editing functions since… Continue reading All Those Summer Nightmares : Self-Portraits June/July/August

Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue

I was depressed and suicidal when the debut issue of Cunning Folk emerged a few years ago. I wanted it badly. But I didn't buy it. It was around £15 or so, with the postage and packing and the ever-so-miserable voice in my ever-so-heavy head said I couldn't afford it. I watched, from a distance, as this new… Continue reading Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue

Cave Mouth In The Whale Mouth

Earlier this year, Pagan Fortress made a limited run of tapes of Cave Mouth's third album, Daughters of the North. I can say, proud as a peacock, that they all sold out. But, my best friend (and probably the most gifted and wisest man I know) Nafre,* who lives in the Canadian Arctic, did a very special photoshoot… Continue reading Cave Mouth In The Whale Mouth

A Wyrd Of Her Own

Oh, hi there. I last posted a stupidly long time ago. Between the times of yore and now, a fair bit has gone on. Five of the most significant things include: moving into a cottage in the North York Moors National Park, revolutionizing my relationship with food*, deleting Instagram, creating balanced days* and not giving up… Continue reading A Wyrd Of Her Own

The Nottingham Horror Collective Zine : The High Priestess Issue

Halló, Halló. I bet you've been wondering if I'd show up around here again, haven't you? Or not. I'd like to think you have. Since I last wrote back in January, life has been diff-i-cult. I've been dealing with the after effects of Covid, my depression awoke from its not-long-enough slumber and life in England has… Continue reading The Nottingham Horror Collective Zine : The High Priestess Issue

My Favourite Books From 2021 – Part Three

Ah fuck. I started this entry much later than I initially planned. I have a good excuse, though. I've been working on my Year Compass for most of the day and was determined to get it completed. Curious? You can download your Year Compass here. It'll be beneficial if you're still unsure about what you… Continue reading My Favourite Books From 2021 – Part Three

100 Good Things From 2021

This self-portrait was taken on my 35th birthday in Whitby. I was almost caught by the tide about half an hour before this photo was shot. Venturing into nude self-portraiture. It still feels madly surreal to know how far I went with this. This quote from one of my favourite authors, Lucy H Pearce. "I am she who… Continue reading 100 Good Things From 2021

Wyrd Words & Effigies Interviews Mirusbella

I was having a dreadful day in the hours before I discovered Mirusbella on YouTube and her gorgeous cover of Darkthrone's Transilvanian Hunger. As I slipped away into the song, life didn't seem so terrible anymore. I may have even smiled. Hailing from Germany, this multi-talented, mystifying artist has been delighting me with her art… Continue reading Wyrd Words & Effigies Interviews Mirusbella