I didn't think I'd return to Tinder, but living in a remote village and being quite the recluse, meeting men offline isn't easy. I've been single since breaking up with my ex in August 2022 and have been feeling starved of touch. I've been hungering for hugs, kisses and sex, hand-holding, hair stroking and shoulder… Continue reading Thank You For Coming – The Anatomy Of A Date Gone Wrong
You can find several of these photos in my Etsy shop, A Wyrd Of Her Own. More prints will be added to the shop soon.
I've been meaning to write again for a while, but I haven't had it in me for one reason or another. Full transparency - I ended 2022 exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and physically worn the fuck out. Sure, 2022 saw fleeting triumphant moments, joyful moments, blissful moments, but for the most part, it was a harrowing… Continue reading 100 Good Things From 2022
I posted a question on Facebook yesterday. It said: Hypothetical question. No judgement. I'm just curious. If you know for a FACT that a friend of yours has been or is being cheated on by their significant other, would you tell them? I've now been in two relationships where both partners have cheated, and people… Continue reading I’m Just Curious, But… : Would You Tell Your Friend They’re Being Cheated On?
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
It's most certainly been a day. Not the happiest birthday I've ever had, nor the saddest. I was going to write a book-length post about 36 things I've learned in the 36 years I've been alive. But I've probably not learned enough to be qualified to write such a thing, especially considering my track record… Continue reading 36 Today But In Dog Years I’m Dead
I've just come back from a hike. The death toll from the dark and treacherous country lanes was high: Two hedgehogs One rabbit One pheasant One frog My pride (I wore my fluorescent yellow jacket for the first time tonight, as it starts getting dark absurdly early now.) I'd planned to use my walk to… Continue reading The Death Knell Of My Love
"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.
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
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 