We’re back here, again! Time flies etc, but this last year really feels like it sped away, I can’t even see it in the rear view mirror.

I haven’t really enjoyed Christmas for a long time, it’s often been surrounded by unhappiness and occasionally conflict, it’s not as much fun when you’re not 8 years old.

The last couple of months have been a mixed bag, swinging from new experiences and fun to just nothing at all. I’m not really depressed any more, I mostly feel normal (heh), but I’ve certainly been up and down a lot these last few days in particular. I’m aware that my sleep habits are not ideal and that going from too much to too little sleep is … unhelpful. I haven’t self medicated for a couple of years.

I rather nonsensically tested my blood sugar today in case it was too low and affecting my mood, but of course it was absolutely fine, it’s under control, it’s just me.

I naturally feel more comfortable with some people and it pains me that they’re not nearby when I want to just hang out or to have their boots on me or fist in me. This is not a small city, and yet sometimes it can feel it, although it’s also familiar.

Christmas Day and then Boxing Day are all about family and friends this year, I await with … interest.


I’ve felt pretty good, on the whole, for about 6-9 months, things have been largely stable, a few ups and downs but mostly manageable, happy about some things and sad about others, but not terribly sad for long. Still taking Prozac and it seems to be working perfectly with no noticeable side effects.

This weekend is the first time in a while where I’ve felt an actual palpable emotional need that feels like it’s a hole in me, I don’t understand why it’s coming up now or how to resolve it. I’m not unhappy, I’m hardly unfulfilled. I’ve had several experiences recently which have been really very fulfilling and I’m enjoying the feelings from having met someone new, as well as the feelings from having someone I care about reveal more of a connection with me than I had previously realised.

I think that what I’m really craving is a direct and strong emotional hit from a caring Dom, even the simple act of direct skin to skin contact and feeling wanted. Sitting at his boots, with his hand on me, completely non sexual, but still extremely fulfilling. I’ve tried reaching out a bit, but I’m conscious that being needy isn’t attractive or desirable.

In a sexual context these emotions are complex, it’s been suggested a few times that I should try being Dom, even just to try, and I’ve considered it a few times, I just haven’t acted on it. Maybe someday the right situation will arise. I’m acutely aware that I get off on the appreciation of a Dominant man, bit of a euphemism there.

I’ve some pre-planned fun things on the horizon, probably need to try to shift focus to those.


Manchester Leather Weekend rolled around again, it was my first big event last year and this year certainly did not disappoint.

It was another great weekend for meeting up with friends and just having fun together, and I’m very glad I went along again.

I met a couple of guys who I met last year and they said that I had made an impact on them, I did ask if I had set off their airbags, but apparently they were being serious.

I got the opportunity to play on both the Saturday and Sunday nights, which I enjoyed. A Dom I like very much (and who I met after the leather weekend last year) had asked to stay over on the Sunday night and we played at night and in the morning too, different, more intense, rougher, but I enjoyed it and him a great deal.


I went to Folsom Europe in Berlin a few weeks ago, just Friday to Monday, but that covered the busiest part.

The weather was pretty wonderful, I met lots of people I knew and met quite a few people I knew online from Instagram etc. I was in gear all weekend and smoked a few big cigars, a good time was had.

I think what really makes these events for me is meeting friends and making new friends, I enjoyed that very much.


I know that we all lie all the time, it’s a valuable part of human nature and we do it for all sorts of reasons, some good and some bad; but sometimes it just really sticks in the craw.

There seems to be a lot of it around just now; I’ve witnessed some and have seen other people discussing others, from cat fishing to stealing pictures to trying to gain friendship in order to get access to other people, down to the plain nasty and the please shag me / give me money. The very latest I think was “I’ve always fancied you” which was unusual as I hadn’t seen him online until a couple of weeks ago, but sure, you go ahead and do what you need to do to be an online star.

Blah blah blah, I’m not sure why we bother sometimes, is this post a lie? Am I cat fishing you now? Please shag me etc.



This weekend was my first ever Manchester pride and I don’t think it will be the last, it was just so great.

I ate out with friends, I marched with friends, I drank with friends, I hugged and kissed friends, and all of the time I was head to toe in leather, and with the padlock from my old collar on my waistband.

I think I might be all walked out right now, but it was worth it.

Until next year …


I’ve actually been vaguely wondering about this for a while, should have asked earlier …

How can you describe a smell to someone who has no sense of smell? I’m specifically thinking about leather, and the general awesome intoxicating smell of a man.