Yes, usually I am so into my climax that I do not give much thought to an anti one. But my 50th birthday was just that. After worrying about it for so fucking long…it came and it went just like any other day. In fact it was simply me…all who I am…
Well almost all…NO writing got done in days. Sorry folks but I did post Chapter 8 of Ægir’s Bride this morning. Other than that…
Friday…my actual birthday….I took PanKwake to the zoo…and crawled through the tunnels in the meerkat exhibit. Mothers half my age would not do that for their child…BUT I do. She keeps me young.
Then on Saturday it was my party…which is why no blog. It was an eclectic bunch…two of my kinky friends, my older daughter and PanKwake’s carers. But did I hide who I am…not me. In fact, my older daughter showed that apples do not fall far from the trees when she stuck her whole fist into her mouth…just because she can.
Then my kinky friends spent the night because the next day we went to the London Alternative Market to pick up my birthday present…from my oldest son and future daughter-in-law. I think we have almost fully corrupted my beloved Greta (daughter-in-law) as my prezzie is…Sulis… nourishing, life-giving mother goddess and as an effective agent of curses…a nice thuddy Jack’s flogger.
So basically I just carried on as usual…Writer…Madonna…and More (Whore). Oh, and both of my kinky were younger…not even thirty and I had more energy than either of them… As the saying goes you are only as old as you feel. Or is it only as old as the men you feel? Either way I am good.
Oh…and both of my friends brought their cameras…so more pics to follow…
Tara Cox - Literary Erotica 