Tuesday eve thoughts

What differs Ali from Nina or Juliette? What defines each of these personas? Who is Ali? Who is Nina? Who is Juliette? Which one is “me”? Am I the meek and mild mum, hidden away within the safety of a small town where I’m unlikely to be approached by a client? Am I the girl …

It’s just casual.

I arrive at his home, emotionally fumbled and unsure of how I’m meant to act. This guy hasn’t already run me through his preferences and how he wanted me to act and who he wanted me to be. I’m a chameleon. How can I be a chameleon if he has no preferences and so I …

Breaking Point

My unravelling was slow to start and then began to gain momentum after a short time. Like ribbon wrapped around a small piece of cardboard, falling and unravelling, waiting to hit the floor. It often feels like the fall is forever and you’ll never reach the bottom. You beg for impact, just an end to …