Sex Is Not My Enemy

That so called revolution

You never learn from history

So doomed to repeat until someone heeds

Sometimes it enrages me

Never said my way was best

I ain’t no poster for the so-called slut

But you dream of love forever, I’ll have my way

Even the wicked one

Write what you want, say what you desire

No feeling dirty, no scarlet letter

No judgement on a sexual life

Because I’m not sorry.

Extract #1

There’s something about Fridays. The heady scent of hedonism permeates the city’s air, intoxicating the nocturnal party-goers. Colourless liquids lubricate the throats of those weary from the grind, as they hoped to find respite from the glare of strip lights and the sight of an endless in-tray. It’s 9pm, and everyone’s amiable, friendly and united in their liberation. The city’s pulse quickens as the night draws in. Sometimes you just want to stretch that moment out forever, with no concern for night buses, the taxi queue or the Big Fight Live in Leicester Square.

It was here, where the city came to play as hard as it worked, that we found ourselves passing through in the back of the cab. Kirsty had felt pretty flush this week, deciding to take us out in style. Clearly this flush had extended to her choice of attire, a form-fitted burgundy dress adorned with velvet roses. I meanwhile, had opted for my old faithful, the gold brocade with flowing skirt. High heels, bare legs, red lips. Just call me Dita, darling. Oli sat lining her eyes, her shoulders shimmering gold in the lights of Waterloo Bridge as we passed over. 

The city’s lights bounced in the waves of the Thames, shimmering across the water. The Houses of Parliament glowed in the distance, the dial of Big Ben chiming the half hour. 9:30pm, and the queues had begun. 

“Where to then, Kirst?” I asked, in between touching up my lipstick, “What’s Central offering us tonight?”

“Hopefully not the same dive as last week” Oli chimed in, “Do you think I’m gonna waste such a beautiful dress on a place like that?” She had a point, considering her choice of royal purple body con.

“No, don’t you worry about that. Ladies, we’re hitting the finest tonight. We’ve never exploited this city enough, but all that’s about to change. It’s about time.”

- Blossoms in the Ravensbourne - currently working on, this is my second attempt. 

Feedback welcome, as always.

Looking Up

And don’t mean in the ‘things are getting better’ sense. What I mean is that instead of looking down at how rubbish things are, perhaps it’s time I started looking up, and looking forward? 

Just throwing it out there, really. 

Light painting my name

Basically the only motivational quote I ever need. 

Source - unsure, but if I’ve missed out the credit, let me know. 

Unemployment

Much as I try not to let it bother me, I absolutely, completely and utterly hate being without a job. 

I don’t want to be a massive downer though, so expect some positivity reblogs in the next hour or so...

Spot the difference. 

Everyone’s the kid no-one cares about, you just gotta keep screaming ‘til they hear you out.

- Written In The Stars, Tinie Tempah

I'll be a post-feminist when women are given basic respect, equality and the freedom to live without fear or oppression.

PREACH IT.

Wow...

What an amazing response to my before and after! Thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged and followed, it means an awful lot. Weight loss is never easy - the journey can be boring and tedious, but it's worth fighting through. Also, hello new followers! Rosie x

So excited to be uploading this...my final transformation photo. 

Me in 2012, weighing 13st 4.5lb. 

Me on Sunday, weighing 9st 7lb exactly. In total, I've lost 3st 10.5lbs. 

Still can't believe the difference!

100 followers?!

Oh my, all I can say is thank you so much!

Wow...

And hello to new followers :)

Sooooo...almost two weeks ago I reached my TARGET WEIGHT at Slimming World! Two years hard work paid off, with 3st 10.5lb off. 

And to make things even better, my story was featured in the Colchester press. 

*No, I promise my head has not swollen in size. Seriously. 

I love this more than is healthy. 

Marina is bloody wonderful - from pop to ballads, is there anything she can't do?!