A walk along the river with the sky bright blue and some cows.
Dancing to raise the energy. With Taylor of course.
More Task Master. I’m not ashamed. I love it.
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Ally Pally fireworks. Genuinely really good.
Followed by the random but brilliant mariachi band in the tent. Feeling like I was in a festival, but in London.
Watching the huge bonfire. There’s something so calming about watching a fire.
Zoo programme full of cute animals.
‘you could just wank into my mouth Alec’. Wiseman wedding.
Dancing. Sliver of tummy out.
Fruits fruits fruits. Banana pancakes with strawberries and blueberries. Melon and raspberries.
My outfit for the wedding. Tummy out, feeling great.
Dancing the ceilidh at Jo’s wedding is pretty Oxford.
A really bloody good breakfast. Vegan banana pancakes with chia seeds and peanut butter and fruit and flaxseed. And a Georgian cup of tea.
Another dungaree dress in the bag.
A long, very James, voice message from James about his dream.
P.s. leaving the party and coming home to dance around my living room by myself.
Booking all of Georgia.
The sneeze website.
Dancing to Whitney at home alone.
Leorgie wedding with all the Eggs:
Doing a reading, and then being told all evening how great it was!
Dancing to the live band
The beautiful tipi
The big fire outside
Hugs with the fems
Wearing glittery socks
Their adorable speeches
Seeing them so happy together and watching their first dance
A hug
Music music music. I’ve found some great new songs and they make me feel fabulous!
Dancing. In my room, in the kitchen, whilst brushing my teeth in the bathroom.
Positive, proud messages.
The light, walking home at half 2. It’s so beautiful in winter.
Talking masturbation with an unknown Irishman on Hinge.
Dance aerobics. Smiles throughout.
Aaaaand playing Dobble and Floundering with Dom and Jonny
Being on my own in the house and watching porn in the living room.
More singing and dancing. Love a bit of Whitney!
Going to the old church I went to as a kid and singing carols. Not something I expected to be doing but nice nonetheless
Walking a new way to the post office, through a park with a squirrel. And through some quiet back streets, with the blue skies and the reflections in the puddles.
The presents and card from Stuart. I’m happy he wrote ‘love’.
Totally and utterly feeling myself this evening. Dancing and singing in the flat. Wearing a crop top and taking selfies. It felt good to feel so good.
The fun team’s work Christmas party. Table football, rude charades and some shots.
Kissing Stella. Total babe.
Delicious pizza
Dancing round the flat to the Matilda song – Little Bitty Itty One.
Spending the day texting Nat. Watching him on YouTube. Listening to him sing.
The talking vulva on Big Mouth. Very much made me laugh.
The wedding. Some things I especially liked:
Making a couple of good inuendo jokes.
Lots of dancing
Kurdish dancing
Kurdish food
Jim’s happy tears
Double pucs on the air hockey
Dancing with my tummy out
New trainers
My very Japanese outfit.
Being up in the treehouse in the Geoffrey Museum.
Cleaning the bathroom in my pants with my music playing, shaking my bum and checking myself out in the mirror.
Bubbles from the washing up liquid
Dancing at Rowen’s
Hearing him say he loves me
Spending the day making vulvas at WOW and chatting about all the vagina. Such a great day!
Watching the twerking workshop. I wish I could have joined in.
Being asked to do more workshops, give talks and come along to Vagina Days.
A walk through the little park, to get out the house.
Flirting with Brian.
The house party! Dancing with Alec. Howling into the wind. The fire. Laughing with Lauren.
Sausage dog on the tube
Alec’s book about wanking robots. Or something. Made me lol in the street.
Meeting in the park. Feeling a bit creative and useful and respected. That’s always nice.
The Ben and Jerry’s refugee night. Free beer, ice cream and dancing with Charlie. Followed by Turkish with Jonny and Alec. Fun fun fun.
And yeah that’s four things but it’s been a struggle recently so if I have four things then that can only be a good thing.
Lying in the sun in the park, reading my book and getting a tan.
Basement Tapes. Will came. It was fun to see him. And to dance.
Sam. Being wonderful and brotherly and supportive. Hugs and advice.
The sun came out!
I made another gif of myself. This time, bridge dancing. It makes me laugh heaps.
SO. MANY. DOGS. And beers. And incredible Indian food. And free masala tea. And beautiful buildings. And a cheese vending machine.
Singing Sean-a Paul loudly and dancing around at home.
Making dinner for my parents and singing Massa Massaman (you know, like that macho man song) (I made Massaman curry).
Just being at home. Having some time to be in a nice house alone.
Kicking through the leaves.
Petting some sheep.
Watching mum and dad jiving in the kitchen.
Random three chips with my THREE egg breakfast.
Charlie the dog. Courtesy of Alec.
R and She. With Dom!
The loud and lively wedding by the river. The big brass band following the bride and her besties around for an hour, dancing and dancing. It was so much fun.
Feeling more confident. Being less shy about talking in French. Not calling myself an idiot.
Alice’s texts about her long awaited Neighbours prediction coming true. Dee isn’t dead!
The chocolatine aux almondes. Fuck me. That thing was delicious.
Lying in the sun next to the pond for hours and wandering around the Japanese garden.
Walking home from dinner and discovering a little group of people dancing and playing live French music. I stopped and watched for a while, smiling like I haven’t smiled for days. My highlight of the holiday. The perfect last evening in France.
R and She! Yas queen!
Getting a backy all the way home.
Working on my vagina brand
Sexy Bumble chat with Alec.
My beautiful friend’s beautiful wedding.
Eating all the cheese
