sumer is icumen in

Svmer is icumen in
Lhude sing cuccu
Groweþ sed
and bloweþ med
and springþ þe wde nu
Sing cuccu

Awe bleteþ after lomb
lhouþ after calue cu
Bulluc sterteþ
bucke uerteþ
murie sing cuccu

Cuccu cuccu
Wel singes þu cuccu
ne swik þu nauer nu

(a joyful Middle English song about the return of spring/summer)

Shortly after Eroticon last year, Molly and I met up to do a little outdoor shoot, and I stripped down in the April sunshine while Jaime and Cara guarded the entrance to this public but generally overlooked little historic site.

You wouldn’t necessarily know it from the view presented here, but this was a glorious (if nipply) spring day.

nude figure in front of a late medieval brick wall
Photo by Molly Moore

I shared a preview image from this shoot here.

Sinful Sunday: It’s all about the image.

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aerodrome 3

The trip from our hotel to the airport started before I would ordinarily be awake, and comprised 30 minutes of twists and turns through busy city. Jaime and his suitcase accompanied me in the airport shuttle even though he needed to go in the opposite direction to where his car was parked so he could drive himself back to his mountains and home.

From the shuttle drop-off point to the terminal comprised another 10 minutes of pedestrian twists and turns through what felt like a parking garage but mostly without cars in it. The route was painted on the ground but was also helpfully signposted with 8 or 10 friendly staff, one at each turning to guide us through the labyrinth. The last three carried baskets and handed out chocolate eggs, in honour of Easter, as well as little bottles of water. Our theory was that this was done to counteract the endless fog of low-grade evil engendered by a building that forgot to account for the fact that people needed to move through it.

I had some time to spare so we had a bit of a sit, I got myself organised, and then Jaime sent me off with a few meaty swats to my bottom. It’s hard to leave, but the tension keeping me there is balanced by the tension pulling me home and back to Wolf.

And, some 20 or so hours later, Wolf was waiting for me at our little airport in his usual spot, and silently gathered me up in his arms in the usual way, smelling my hair.

So I’m home now, and mostly recovered from the ultra-long-haul flight, a handful of time zones worth of jetlag, and (probably) fighting off a 20-hour barrage of viruses in various airports and planes. The length of the days is not so different from where I was, nor the temperature, and I’ve only had one flicker of disorientation from the sun being on the “wrong” side of my zenith. The next time I go to visit Jaime, perhaps I’ll be able to find north by feel rather than calculation.

Wolf is away again for now, and I’m alone in the house until he returns, but this is the last time for a few months at least.

Here I am in the – non-private – washroom of an airport lounge, not quite a year ago. Low traffic, but still required a little more boldness than my usual material.

More photos from this trip (i.e. last year’s, not the one I just got back from) here and here.

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mile high 34

My visit with Jaime is drawing to a close, and I’ve only got one more full day with him. Most of our time together has been spent, very relaxed, at his place and today’s day out in the city — featuring squealing kids, more people than I usually see in a year (it put me in mind of Shibuya at one point), and inescapable noise of some kind all day, indoors and out — reminds me of some of the reasons why I don’t live in a big city. I went into Muji and didn’t buy anything because it was a zoo and the line was enormous — that’s how peopled out I was. By the end of it, we both wanted to put boxes over our heads.

But then, after dinner at a quiet little family-run Thai restaurant, there was a short fireworks show just across the way. Although our view was partly obscured by buildings, we could still see it well from our room instead of having to wade through another mass of humanity, which frankly was beyond us in that moment anyway.

Different plane than last week’s photo, but taken the same day on (I think) the same type of aircraft.

Compare last week’s photo here.

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mile high 33

I’ve been here with Jaime for most of a week now. The travel, as always, was grueling, but I suppose the upshot of not being able to get any real rest on the (very, very long) flight is that although I’m exhausted by the end of it, I don’t really get jetlag. My body will take any amount of rest at any time of the day.

I’ve done some shopping and so far I’ve bought Mongolian felt slippers, a Hmong coat, and a little Afghan carpet. No souvenirs native to this country so far. Oh well.

I’ve also had two spankings, and a profound realisation about some of my sexual difficulties which led, predictably, to a torrent of tears. More on that later.

This was taken while travelling with my mother. I inherited extreme self-consciousness from her and I find myself reverting to that to some extent while in her company. I’m pleased to report that I’m now comfortable enough with my body to pull a stunt like this even when she’s around. I’ve made real progress!

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arch

The last few weeks, my busyness level has ranged between hopping and frantic. Preparing for a business trip, then the trip itself. Then the aftermath, concurrent with getting ready for an epic flight to visit Jaime, leaving in a couple of days. And now I have a cold because of course.

I’m looking forward to seeing Jaime, but I’ve too busy anxiously putting out fires at work to be aware of the anticipation. Occasionally I get a stab of anxiety when I remember some key time-sensitive travel task, like ordering currency (picked up today!). And now that those work fires are out (well, reduced to smouldering embers to impatiently await my return or handed over to be someone else’s problem), then I can devote my entire brain to being anxious about packing and otherwise preparing for travel. Hooray! *eyeroll*

I’ve not seen much of Wolf lately. His workload has been heavier than we hoped, so even though he’s close enough to come home on weekends, he hasn’t had the time. He did come back two weeks ago for a change of scenery and a proper shower, but mostly so he could drive me to the airport. The airport that’s a 10-minute drive from our house. That’s devotion, folks.

I’ve not heard much from him either as when he’s stressed he goes into extreme hermit mode and doesn’t have a lot to say anyway. So when we talk, I natter on about whatever trivia is happening for me, and he listens. There’s a distance. Fortunately, the term is over soon and he’ll be returning home around the time I get back from my trip.

I miss Wolf and would much rather that he was here, but even so, there’s a certain comfortableness about being on my own the way I was a few years ago when he was overseas. The devil you know, that’s part of it. But also, being an introvert myself, I don’t mind the solitude. And I have discovered that, for a variety of reasons, I’m not good at knowing what I want — in most areas of my life — so having the mental and emotional silence allows me to listen for my own tiny voice.

As of early this afternoon, Wolf is back in town so we get some time together (coughing and sneezing because we’re both sick now) before he drives me to the airport, once again.

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work in progress

Shortly after Eroticon last year, Molly and I met up to do a little outdoor shoot, and I stripped down in the April sunshine while Jaime and Cara guarded the entrance to this public but generally overlooked little historic site.

After about half an hour in the sun and chill (it was about 10°, which is only warm if you’ve got clothes on!), we piled back into the car and headed to Molly and Michael’s, where Molly then uploaded the photos from camera to computer.

I couldn’t resist the interplay between the lilies and the brick wall on the monitor.

And here’s one of Molly’s own photos from the shoot.

Sinful Sunday: It’s all about the image.

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room with a view 4

I’m in a holding pattern at the moment — while Wolf is working out of town, I’m busy with my own work, keeping myself fed, and teaching my dance classes. I suspect work will get a little crazy as I prepare for a business trip (to a place where it’s currently –20°) followed by a vacation (to a place where it’s currently +25°).

I need the break.

After a night of socialising (bordering on schmoozing) at my college reunion last year. I think I was reasonably charming? But it takes so much energy. Getting back to the room and out of my clothes was a relief in more ways than one.

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lush

The Sinful Sunday theme this week is “double exposure“.

Photo of me from my archive; photo of Japanese maples in autumn from my trip to Japan in Nov 2018.

The self-portrait element was originally published here (almost exactly 4 years ago) as strong light.

I surprised myself this week by coming up with a few images that I liked, including this one.

Sinful Sunday: It’s all about the image.

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