My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the downgoing sun, and the wind of the twilight has begun to blow.

George MacDonald
Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women

Laurits Andersen Ring - Girl looking out of a skylight

When I speak of the erotic, then, I speak of it as an assertion of the life-force of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives.

Audre Lorde
Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power


“How To Get Ready For a Date”
Falling in Love #129
(February 1972)

Handy to have…

April 29, 2016


dark dark wood

Diary 29th April

“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”

Elliot was wrong about the rain – that spring rain has been heavy, sleety showers over the past couple of days. April is the beginning of winter…Yesterday morning the cars were covered in ice, encased in glassy pellicle, and the wind cut like an ice-knife. In short, it’s feckin’ cold.


“Forest, I fear you! in my ruined heart
your roaring wakens the same agony
as in cathedrals when the organ moans
and from the depths I hear that I am damned.”

Yeah, Charles Baudelaire hit the nail on the head with that (from Obsession, in case you didn’t recognise the clumsy translation). We’re all of us creatures filled with petty fears…And often confronted by nature in the “raw” those fears bubble over; consume us.

Leave us damned!


“And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”

And who, other than Pablo Neruda, could have written those lines?

Quick answer: no one!

For myself, I’m often drunk and feel myself part of the abyss…and I have this problem with wind, too…But that’s another story for another time.


Do you ever take a look round and wonder how much of what you see is real? It’s possible none of it is “real” which is a scary idea…but even more scary is to glance in a mirror and not recognise the face peering back at you.


Sweet, sweet cheeses…S’pose for a moment David Cameron, the UK prime minister isn’t real. S’pose he’s a product of your imagination. What the hell could be wrong with you to create a character like that…?

Enough…I have work to do.

Jules Pascin - Claudine Resting

The length of your crossed legs divided by the time
it takes my eyes to travel up to their divide equals
the total of planted seeds deposited by breathing
through the phone, its indivisible and negative holes
for both my mouth, your ear, the distance between
which is roughly proportionate to the difference
between the sums we never make in public plus
the sounds we’d multiply if you were here.

Kasandra Larsen

On the Seventh Day

April 28, 2016



he said to me

and he pried my plot open.
A rapture catharsis could never equal.


he deconstructed.

Now, I was his
and he was finished with me.

Margaux Denice Garcia

(It is said that Margaux Denice Garcia makes love to words more than she does to members of the opposite sex. She is a fine word witch of the first order.)

Those damn cats again…

April 28, 2016


Apocalyptic Witchcraft…

April 28, 2016


Witchcraft is the recourse of the dispossessed, the powerless, the hungry and the abused. It gives heart and tongue to stones and trees. It wears the rough skin of beasts. It turns on a civilisation that knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Peter Grey
Apocalyptic Witchcraft

She comes in colors, Guim Tió

I’ve had more difficulty accepting myself as bisexual than I ever did accepting that I was a lesbian. It felt traitorous. A few years ago, I admitted to myself that I was still interested in men in more than a “Brad Pitt is slick hot sexy” kind of way. But I worried what my friends, exes, and the Community would think. I never even broached the subject with my parents. Because what bothered me the most was that people would think that being a lesbian had been a phase for me, when that was so very not the case. What I feared was that I would no longer be part of a community, that I might be seen with my boyfriend and not be recognized as something not the same.

R. Gay
First Person Queer: Who We Are (So Far)