Past few months have been pretty chaotic. A lot of plans fell apart middle of last year and just as I thought I was getting on top of things shit happened again.

It’s time to get back in the studio. But I don’t want to do the same-old. I want to branch out, try something new, do something different.

So I’m going back through my old work, stuff you’ve seen and bits you haven’t. I’ve gone into my past, looked at the people who inspire me and taken a few notes.

Give me a few weeks, then I think I’ll be ready to come back out into the world with camera in hand and model at the ready.

This has been my avatar on Fetlife for ages. Surprised I’d not shared it here before.

“If feminists keep telling me to stop watching porn we’re breaking up.”

She realised she’d said it out loud and blushed.

I’m proud of my daughter.

Posts tentative casting call.

Opens first half dozen emails.

Deletes casting calls.

Goes and has shower in bleach.

Selfies can be awesome. They remind you of fond memories, happy times, people you enjoyed being with. How you enjoyed your fetishes.

I’ve done a few. I’ve loaded up my camera on a tripod, set the timer and run like hell to adopt “the perfect pose”. It’s a mix of freaking awesome and intense frustration. The results can be amazing or rubbish.

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is for a few minutes you can capture those moments when you were happy in your fetish.

It happens about once a week. A certain person, who shall remain nameless, likes an image and then asks to become bosom buddies on Fetlife. No message, just a friends request. I decline.

To be fair, I decline most friends requests as I’m not in that game. There’s a “Follow” button you can use. Otherwise I’m a choosy bugger.

I don’t block him. He’s done nothing wrong bar not read a profile. I’m not that much of a bastard. So I decline his request and wait another week.

Wonder if I’ll miss him when he finally gives up?