A moment of hope

Tits. Demin shorts. Brown leather Doc Martens that make me feel powerful. Goose-bumps. Sunshine. Cold brick-work against my back. These are things that make me feel alive, and give me a moment of hope.

I’m slowly recovering from my amazing weekend at Eroticon. My adventures in London filled me with so much enthusiasm, excitement and happiness that I walked away feeling so much more in control of my mental health. Even in my worst moments this week, my mind hasn’t felt scary, or like it’s my enemy. And today, I convinced my body that it may be exhausted, but it’s still mine. I managed to go outside, to take nudes and buy cheese.

Kiss the lips to see who else has been sinning this week…