I haven’t had nearly as much time this week for reading as I’d like, but what I did manage to catch a glance at as I sat on trains and smoked a furtive cigarette and scrolled though social media late at night, has helped keep me grounded and reminded me that good people do exist, nice things do happen and that there’s nothing like kindness to comfort a troubled soul.
Things that brightened my week
Kisungura’s musings on bondage, to which I can totally relate as well as admiring her elegant, poignant writing
Charlie Forrest’s thoughts on his early-millennial experience of sexual attitudes. I think Charlie and I are a similar age because I recognise much of what he describes in my own background.
Hopefully, next week I’ll have more time for reading and sharing!