Tuesday, August 15, 2017


Friday, Sir and I went to see the Bristol premier of the 'TOM of Finland' movie at the Watershed - in full leather, together with guys from both the Southwest Rubbermen and LeatherWest.

TOM was an artist from Finland, who escaped the homophobia and repression of the mid-C.20th by creating graphic portrayals of strong, PROUD, masculine men enjoying gay company and explicit sex - usually in hyper-masculine clothing and situations: bikers in full leather, sailors and army guys, foresters and fishermen... At a time when homosexuals were considered deviants, criminals and sissies, TOM's Men were often smiling, always happy and proud, and - above all - MEN. 

It's difficult to emphasise just how important TOM's work was to gay men like me in the early years of the burgeoning gay rights community. In a time that wanted to silence us through shame, TOM gave us an aesthetic of masculine power and PRIDE - and told us that we no less a man for wanting and loving other men. His images also fuelled an entire generation's sexual fantasies...!  

TOM's work was eventually picked up in America, where it became a huge influence on gay culture, and his aesthetic is at the heart of what became the Leather Pride movement. 'The Village people' could have stepped out of any one of his drawings, and every gay club with its muscle guy's, bikers, Leathermen, uniforms, and sports Fetish ultimately owes their existence to him.

The film was both sad and uplifting in equal measure. The sadness came from seeing (and, for those of us old enough, remembering) the danger and fear of repression - the arrests for 'indecency', the risk of imprisonment or sectioning for 'sodomy', the newspaper exposes and the revulsion and ostracism of family and friends if our 'dirty secret' ever got out - and the self-hatred and shame that it bred in us. It was also the grief of remembering all those friends whom we lost during the AIDS crisis...

The uplift came from seeing a man who refused to be cowed: who fought to keep a sense of pride in himself and his friends, and who created images to express his love and passion for life and love and sex. It came in seeing so many classic images that he created - and remembering the first time we ourselves had seen them: and our initial shock and guilt had given way to arousal and then pride...

And the best bit of the whole experience: realising just how far we have come by how fantastically the Watershed welcomed us - and even set up a group photo for us to celebrate. And then - even better: watching the film with a cinema filled with Men in Gear: there in Pride, and camaraderie, and Brotherhood - sharing our love of the man who had given us a new image of ourselves, and PROUD in who we have become.

TOM would have been proud!

If you can't make it to one if the many screenings around the country, 'TOM of Finland' can be viewed online at the BFI website.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Pups and Handlers Project - an Academic study of #PuppyPlay

Puppy-play has been around for many years - and of late has even entered the public consciousness - but as yet, there has been very little serious academic study of either the phenomenon or the community. 

I'm glad to say, that's changing.

You might have seen some posts on the puppy social media about the Pups and Handlers Project. This is a formal academic research project aiming 'to explore and describe the experiences of individuals who engage in pup or puppy play' - and is being led by two esteemed UK anthropologists: Dr Jamie F. Lawson (University of Durham) and Prof. Darren Langdridge (Open University). At the heart of the project is an online survey, links to which have been shared via the various online puppy groups and social media. Some of those who respond are then also offered a further skype-delivered interview, to give them an opportunity to talk further about their experiences - and I've just had a very pleasant hour or more doing just that...!

Dr Jamie is very easy to talk to (he's a queer activist himself, with some knowledge of the scene already, even outside of academia), and an excellent ethnographer - letting me talk freely without interuption, whilst occasionally prompting with some interestingly engaging questions. Sadly, I think I talked his ears off - but I had warned him that I might: I may be a pup, but I'm also a Librarian and a philosophy graduate, and I can happily talk forever about identity, consciousness, zen, reality, queerness and BDSM (just ask my poor long-suffering Handler...!)  

I certainly enjoyed the exchange - and I think he found the interview useful too...

I really do think that this is a very useful study, and one that will help to clarify serious understanding of both the community and our individual experiences and drives. It will certainly explore our scene in a deeper and more meaningful way that the usual 'oh look: how odd!' coverage that we've had so far (nice though that has been). 

I look forward to being able to share further details about the project and its findings as and when these are released. Meantime, why not follow the project on twitter (@PupPlayProject ) - and help out by completing the survey: bit.ly/pupsandhandlers. (especially if you are a Handler or Owner - who are shockingly under represented!) 

Saturday, July 01, 2017

Biking in Snowdonia - Tuesday

Our last day, and time to start heading home - but not before another hearty breakfast...

Sir wanted to take our time going back, so we headed up towards Bangor and then back into the Snowdonia National Park along the old coaching route through Tregarth and Bethesda.

James (our pet name for Sir's Sat-nav) got a bit confused with way-points that we had set on our way up and so we got a wee bit lost outside Betws-y-coed - eventually finding ourselves on a wonderful B-road adventure up the side of a tiny valley and out over the top of the moors - before we finally found our way to Penllyn and Bala for a much needed ice-cream by the side of Bala Lake (enjoying both the assorted swimmers and kayaks, and enticing several other bikers to stop for a break too...!).

We managed to get a little lost again when James tried to take us off down some B-roads  - but soon re-orientated ourselves at the Cross Foxes underneath Cadair Idris, and then made our way though the more gentle mountains of Powys to Newtown.

Wilting with the heat (and the dog's rucksack), we managed to find our way to Maesmawr Hall: a lovely old Country House hotel that Sir had stayed in when touring with the Gay Bikers; there we stopped for a while to stretch our legs and have a long cooling drink. Refreshed, we then followed the baby River Severn all the way to Llanidloes before jumping to the River Wye at Llangurig and on to the reservoir outside Rhayader.

From there we were back on more familiar ground as we headed first to Leominster, joined the M50 to Tewksbury, and finally the M5 home to Prestbury... (for the pup at least - Sir still had to face another hour to Bristol on the M5!).

All told, we managed close to 600 miles in four days - and that despite some of the hottest weather the UK had seen in 40 years! We saw some amazing locations and shared some fantastic moments - and I would not have missed it for all the world.

Thank You Sir! I look forward to the next time I can share your saddle and be your very happy bike-pup and loyal companion!

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Biking in Snowdonia - Monday

We started the day with another very hearty breakfast, then sat in the upstairs lounge to make a few notes about where we had been and what we had done. Then it was back to the bike, and out for another sunny day of touring.

Sir had planned to head south and west towards Pwllheli, but we got a bit distracted when we spotted a sign for 'Caernafon Airworld', and ended up making a detour to Caernafon airport instead. That then led us along the beautiful Llyn Peninsula - and eventually to us following a brown 'scenic route' sign in Nefyn, which in turn led us up over a moor and to a second scary sign that declared 'Danger: Steep and narrow road!'. What could we do but follow it...?

Multiple hairpin bends and switchbacks, stunning views, and a near vertical descent that had the pup gripping its Man's thighs for dear life, ended up depositing us at the amazingly beautiful and remote Nant Gwrtheyrn: an old quarry village that has been renovated as a heritage centre and Welsh language school. Unusually for us, they were having a special 'kiddies day' so the whole place was heaving with toddlers and mothers (and one rather darkly handsome dad...), but they also had a very nice caffi, so we stopped for something cool whilst we drank in the view.

Heading back to the bike, we chatted to one of the ladies from the cafe, who told us of a beautiful Inn across the bay in Porth Dinllaen - so we headed back up the switchback road and over the hills to see if we could get there for lunch. We managed to find Morfa Nefyn, and followed a steep little beach road that looked like it headed in the right direction - but we came to a dead-end by a beautiful little beach. Luckily, a sweet old lady who was our walking her dogs in a mobility scooter put us right - but not before some very friendly chatter about how lovely our bike was, and how she'd swap for her scooter if we liked...! We finally managed to make our way to a Nation Trust Carpark, were the attendant informed us that the Ty Coch Inn was only accessible by a 20 minute walk along the beach - and kindly suggested that it might be a little bit far for us to manage in 80 degree heat wearing full leathers and motox boots...! It's a shame, because the view was beautiful and the reviews amazing. Ah well, next time perhaps...

Undeterred, we headed back over the peninsula to Abersoch (with its beautiful little harbour, stunning views, and incredibly posh luxury developments that reminded me of Sandbanks in Poole), then we doubled back to pass through Pwllehli and on to Criccieth and it's romantic Castle, were, finally wilting in the heat, we stopped at the incredibly charming Blue China Tea Rooms for a much needed pot of tea, a nice bit of banter with the owner - and some very lovely treacle tart and home-baked bara brith.

Feeling a little more rejuvenated - but far too hot for much more travel - we then headed on to Porthmadog and a much shorter route home to the hotel.

We finished the day with a long cooling dip in the pool (and a very proud pup managing several lengths doing a half-arsed back-crawl and a couple of widths attempting a front crawl with a float tucked in my speedos, whilst his Man coached him and cheered him on!) and a nice simple Chinese meal at Fu's on the marina - before returning to the end of the Dock to watch one more perfect sunset - and a wonderful photo by Sir of the pup silhouetted against the fading light...

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Biking in Snowdonia - Sunday

We had had rather a late night, so we slept in until quite late and only just make it down for breakfast in time - then, stuffed with hash browns and poached eggs, we took ourselves out for a morning stroll to gauge the air and the weather for the day: heading through the walled town and over the Pont-y-Aber swing bridge and out along the foreshore Road, before curiously following a buzzing camera drone back along to the Marina, there to find a horde of bare-chested, wet-suited guys being briefed for their day of ThunderCat racing. Oh my!

Our Hotel had a lovely pool, so Sir suggested we slip into our budgie-smugglers and head for a swim. I'm told that I learnt to swim way back as a wee-child at primary school, but I'm really not very confident, and rarely go near a pool unless I'm dragged there - but Sir coaxed me into the water and then turned into the best swimming coach I could ever have hoped for! He soon had me doggy-paddling, then practicing my kicks with a float - and before I knew it I was even managing a length on my back! Exhilarated but exhausted, it was then a long soak in the whirlpool and a slow cook in the sauna (forgetting that my nice padlocked metal dog-collar would get rather hot in the process...!). Feeling rejuvenated, we then pulled on our leathers and headed out for a day of touring.

Sir decided to head north along the Menai Strait, so we made a quick stop to fill up, then headed on to Bangor, and a gentle stroll along the lovely Bangor pier in the perfect sunshine. Sir brought His spy-glass, so we had fun gazing across the straits at the beautiful houses on Anglesey - picking the ones that we would have, were we rich enough. We also spotted a few jelly-fish drifting in the tide below the pier - and were lightly teased by both an old lady out 'people-watching' with her knitting and an ice-cream seller for being somewhat 'overdressed' for the sun in our full leathers... I would happily have taken the chance to cool down with a stop at one of the many tea-rooms we passed, but Sir seemed rather reticent - unknown to me, He already had a plan....

Hopping back onto the bike Sir took us through Bangor and over the beautiful Menai Suspension Bridge (with the pup making appropriate 'OOOh!' noises for Sir), then we doubled back to follow the Beach Road underneath the bridge and past all the picnickers - then made our way along through the cool tree-tunnelled Beaumaris Road, trying to find the same lovely houses and hotels that we'd spotted from the pier.

We trundled through Beaumaris itself - avoiding the tourist coaches around the castle - ostensibly looking for somewhere to stop for tea, but Sir said He hadn't really seen anywhere 'nice' so we headed on further - until He 'unexpectedly' spotted a roadside sign and turned off down a bumpy old road, past some of the most amazing beaches with views across the strait to the mountains beyond, and finally pulled up by a ruined Priory and a strange little man taking tolls; the road only got worse - with the pup whimpering, as he knows how his Man normally hates to ride on gravel - only for the track to open out at Penmon Point with a lovely view of the Menai lighthouse and Puffin Island. It was only then that Sir 'confessed' to having planned to stop here all along - and treated His pup to a huge and very satisfying cream tea at the Pilot House Cafe, with the sun glittering on the sea whilst the Lighthouse bell tolled every few minutes - and an overly friendly pigeon tried to land on one of the other diner's hat!

Sated and cooled, we headed back through Beaumaris to make a short stop to marvel at the gothic majesty of Chateau Rhianfa - then we headed back over the Bridge and onto the A55 coast road (snaking through tunnels like the best Amalfi coast roads) to Conwy and the Victorian splendor of Llandudno.

We pootled around through the town, admiring the Victorian iron work, then climbed the hill towards the Great Orme. We had half hoped to be able to catch one of the trams but we got there just too late to make the last one - so Sir dropped into 2nd gear and we headed on up on our own - passing both the last tram and several cable-cars on our way. The view from the top was spectacular: west to Anglesey and east to Liverpool and the Formby coast (I swear I could almost see my parent's house!), so we stopped for a long cool pint of lemon-and-lime to take in the view.

We fancied taking the scenic route back, so decided to take the hairpin horror of St. Tudno's Road past the old church - finally joining with Marine Drive to take a lazy ride around the whole Orme - and spotting both the amazing Lighthouse B&B, and a stunning towered house for sale (sadly, both beyond our price range I think...). Back in the town it was one last bumble to look at hotels (and a narrowly missed collision with a land-train) before finally making our way back home to Caernafon.

We stripped and changed, then headed into town to look for a bite to eat - which proved rather difficult as everywhere seemed to close on Sundays and Mondays; lucky that we weren't actually too hungry! We finally wandered into Copa as they were closing their restaurant, were a very nice barman persuaded his cook to rustle us up a nice 4 cheese pizza and some ginger beer before the ovens cooled down too far - which we took over to the Castle walls, so we could sup and eat and watch the most perfect of sunsets over the straits.

Sir had an unexpected surprise when we had finished - and was hailed by an ex-NHSDirect colleague, who recognised His voice as we were tidying away our rubbish and called us over to chat; her husband was an ex-police biker too, so we had quite a good chat about the pleasures of riding a Honda Pan European...

We ended the day by wandering over to the Victoria Dock, and one last gaze at the sunset over the flats.

Such a perfect day!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Biking in Snowdonia - Saturday

It has been a long while since Sir and I had a long bike-trip together, so the pup was feeling very excited to finally be heading off for our long planned tour of Snowdonia and North Wales...!

The dog had worked hard to arrange some nice weather (I might, in fact, have slightly overdone it, as it turned out to be the hottest week of the year so far...!), so we packed light and started off early to give us a nice long, slow ride up through the country...

Sir took us up through Ledbury and Leominster first, then made a very welcome stop at the Westonbury Mill Water Gardens for tea and cake. It was then on to Rhayader and LLanidoes, were we joined the B4518 to run up through mid Wales - and a breathless stop beside the absolutely stunning Llyn Clwedog reservoir - although we sadly just missing closing time for the caffi, and had to make do with a mint from the pup's pocket instead...!

A short ride took us onto the A470 - and Sir's second favourite road in Wales, as it gently winds its way up into the Snowdonia National Park. It was a perfect road for biking: long sweeping roads that gently rise over moorlands and up into the mountains, with every corner opening up a whole new breathaking vista before us... It was a beautiful ride as we zoomed past the Llyn Trawsfynydd and on to Blaenau Ffestiniog - with Sir pointing out the mountain quarry were He had recently joined a few of the guys from the Gay Bikers for a day at the spectacular Zip World (which is not a YKK emporium, as you might think, but a breathtaking zip-wire experience...!).

Down from the mountains, it was then into the cooler, tree-lined roads through the Gwydir Forrest, and time for a much needed ice-cream stop amongst all the bikers in Betws-y-Coed to cool ourselves down.

From there, Sir took us onto the A4086, to fly past Glyder Fawr, up over the Pen-Y-Pass and into Snowdon's shadow - then slowly amble past Llanberis and the 'Electric mountain' at Gorsaf Gynhrchu Dinowig before finally making our way to Caernafon and our lovely hotel for the weekend.

We've stayed at The Celtic Royal before, on our way back from Dublin, so we knew that we were going to be treated well - and we were: with a nice big room at the back, overlooking the rock at Afon Cadnant. Feeling a little saddle sore after our long day we checked in, dropped our bags and changed into jeans, then strolled down into the town to stretch our legs. We were surprised to find lots of army vans and a huge Royal Engineers crane beside the castle walls, and two Naval cutters in the Marina together with numerous tents and rib-boats; we later discovered that there was both a special Army Services Day and the ThunderCat Racing festival that weekend.

Hungry by now, we decided to look for food - Sir's first choice was fully booked, but we found a nice table at the Stones Bistro, were Sir had a very nice Pan-fried Haddock, and the pup got adventurous with some absolutely gorgeous Canederli dumplings - and both of us stuffed ourselves cross-eyed with a scrumptious meringue roulade.

We ended what had been an absolutely perfect day by taking a long, cooling stroll around the Castle walls, watching a beautiful sunset. Then it was back to the hotel for shower and bed - although the pup and it's naughty-tongue still managed to keep Sir hot and bothered until way after midnight...

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Give em hell, Sly Hands

Like many in the crazy extended family that is our Fetish community, I am shocked and saddened to hear of the death of Si Hands
Sly was a unique and utterly inspiring character: funny, smart and sexy as fuck, founder of the Manchester Rubbermen, a full time rubber wearer and an active perverter - I mean converter - of many to the joys of rubber, a stunningly gifted photographer, and a committed and highly visible advocate for a fully diverse and inclusive scene.
I only really chatted with him on line (mostly fan-boy out-pourings over his photographic work), and was lucky enough to meet him (and his husband, Alex) in person just a few times - but even that very small connection was enough to brighten my life, and inspire me to have genuine pride in just being who I am.

The whole community is grieving - but my deepest and most personal thoughts and heartfelt condolences remain with Alex and Ollie, and with all of Si's family.

Sly we love you, and we're really going to miss you - but at least we will always have your photos to remind us of just what a star you were - and will always be.

Thursday, May 04, 2017

Nottingham and #Invincible


This weekend Sir took His dog up to Nottingham, to make a very special trip to Invincible.

We've been up to Nottingham before, but this time Sir booked us in to the Crowne Plaza; lordy - that was posh! We had a little suite of comfy chairs, a lovely huge bed (enough for an entire kennel-full of randy puppies...) and a Spa and pool to visit in the morning. We had hoped to ride up on the bike, but the weather promised rain so Sir drove us up - we still traveled in full dress leather though, which made for a big knowing smile from the Receptionist as she checked us in. We were a little early too, so she arranged for us to have a complimentary drink at the bar whilst she tried to find a room - which was nice!

Not that we spent too long drinking - not when my Man wanted to get His dog back up into our room, out of his leathers and into a harness and jock, and braced over one of those comfortable chairs so that He could plough its hungry doggy-hole...

It's been a while, but gods it felt so good to be able to open myself up to Him again. My whole self became focused around holding my ring open for Him - knees up on the arms of the chair or up on the toes of my boots, trying to make His entry as easy and comfortable for Him as I could; lucky that Sir thought to put a towel under me, because my poor chastised dog-cock was soon dripping all over - even though neither He nor I had touched it... Sir also took a nice long time toying with my nipples: reminding me that they are one of the switches that can quickly make me forget whatever discomfort my hole may be in, and get me writhing and hungry for Him incredibly quickly. 

Sir fucked me like that for as long as I could stand: straddled over the chair, gasping and moaning, alternately fucking me deep and hard and then standing still whilst He let His dog clench and release it's hole around Him - working both itself and Him to a dizzying state of arousal - and when it finally got too much, He pulled me down onto all fours in front of Him, and then let me slowly and gratefully lick the cum out of Him.

Man, but that it always such a treat...!

Man and hound both sated, we then headed out for a beautiful Chinese meal, before retiring to our lovely big bed and a much needed snuggle. 


The bed was so comfortable that we very nearly slept in past breakfast - and only managed to wake up because the pup's Apple Watch was nagging him to get out for its morning run...!  We just managed to throw on some clothes and get to the restaurant in time - although the pup then got his Eggs Benedict and Eggs Florentine mixed up, which led to a little embarrassment when the waiter brought our food, and Sir had to point out 'that's got bacon on it, dog...!'. They were very good and took it back without a complaint, though, and made me a delicious non-meat version instead.

The dog doesn't really swim, but the hotel had a pool so we decided it would be a waste not to use it. Sir has been giving me some lessons whenever we can - and I'm proud to say that I even managed a few lengths on my back! I do know that my Man loves a good swim though, so it was an even greater pleasure just to see Him 'in His element'

All services explored, it was then time to check out and head for Invincible - the real reason for our visit.


I've had my rubber made by Invincible ever since they started trading. Of all the companies that make rubber gear, they really are the very best: everything I have had from them has been incredibly good quality, and has lasted well beyond any of the other 'cheaper' pieces I have bought from elsewhere...

As you can guess, I'm more of a whippet than your standard poodle, so I don't easily fit 'off the peg' - especially with suits - and so our trip was predominantly so that Paul could kindly measure me, and update my records. He made us very welcome, with mugs of tea and lots of anecdotes from the Manchester Rubber Men the previous weekend; we also got to look at some of the preview shots from their recent photoshoot of new designs and upcoming new products. Keep your eyes peeled: there's some seriously sexy new gear on its way!

Sir had offered to buy me a new one piece suit for my birthday (I really am the luckiest pup alive to have such a generous and thoughtful Handler!) - and so Paul not only took measurements, but also discussed designs and options with Sir: with them both agreeing that the pup would look very nicely packaged in a high-necked shoulder-zip entry catsuit, with cod-piece, rear-zip and nipple zips - all in a nicely tight-fitting 25-30 grade rubber. 

Sir had also seen their new 'dirty pig' logo gear - and so had a long chat with Paul about the possibility of creating something similar for His dog, but based around a custom 'pup' design instead. Paul seemed to be incredibly interested in the idea and said he'd get their graphic designers onto it - I can't wait to see what he and the team come up with...!!!

Measurements and orders taken, it was then time to say farewell and start our journey home - so that Sir could continue on to His choir practice that evening. Needless to say, the whole journey back was filled with thoughts and conversation around rubber, and just what my Man might do to me once I am once more fully encased for His pleasure...

I really do love my Man - and am proud to be His; rubber balls to latex bone.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Quality time

Sometimes all you really need to put you back into balance is some really good QUALITY time with those whom you most care about (and love to please...)


It's been a while since either Handler's or my own life has allowed us some proper time together - but a rare conjunction of both our Geoff's being busy allowed us an almost whole day together this weekend - with a somewhat chilly but deeply pleasurable ride up over the Cotswolds, hugging my Man tight to stay warm through the leathers, and then back home and up to the playroom for some *seriously* good play. And I mean SERIOUSLY good. Making my Man's legs tremble, throat-teasing, deep-hole opening, Fuck me till I threaten to pass out, head-spinning, cartoon-star head-circling, 'I can't take anymore pleasure or I'll explode' kind of good...

Oh Lordy, yes. There really is nothing quite like some quality time with those whom you love - and love to please.

THANK YOU, Sir! I can't say often enough: I love You, balls to bone.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

#Depression isn't a 'Black dog'

Churchill was wrong. #depression isn't a 'Black Dog'. Dogs are loyal, compassionate creatures - depression is anything but.

No, Depression is more like Joni Mitchell's "Beat of black wings" - the sound of helplessness and frustration, anger and self-destruction. 

Depression is a heartless scavenger that hovers maliciously at your steps, it's sleepless beady black eye watching for you to drop your weary guard so that it can flutter in to strip you of your protective skin and gorge on your weakness. 

A Depressive attack starts with just the one lone black-thought: the single crow upon the climbing frame of your mind - but one taste of blood and it gathers into an overwhelming Hitchcockian storm of beaks and claws and feathers that batters about your head, blinding and deafening you to all as it pecks and tears at the soft and tender parts of your heart and mind - leaving you hunched and bleeding and broken: a Tipi Hedren of the heart...

But worse. Depression is not some external force, or malevolent spirit from which you can escape if only you can run fast enough. Depression is YOU. It's your own mind and thoughts - the treacherous chemistry of your own brain. It's your own voice, insidious and twisted, telling you how dark and pointless life is, how pathetic and unworthy you are - how every sin of the world is your fault, because you are stupid, and ugly, and weak. 

And because it knows you so intimately, it is able to block almost every internal defence and turn them against you - knows and exposes every hidden fear and weakness. You may try to fight, to argue back that life can be good, that you have value - but, it twists your words back upon themselves, turns your mind against itself in hateful echoes, and like Jacobs angel, wrestling, uses the strength of your own resistance to wear you down until it can deliver that final, cutting blow that will end the fight - and your own self-inflicting pain.

Depression is the darkest part of yourself, caught up in despite and despair; a cancer of darkness and pain twisted in on itself and wishing only to smother every touch of light and hope - so that it can silence its own pain in the black hole singularity of oblivion.

But take it from one who has survived: Depression may be a terrifying foe, but it IS yourself - and so can never truly be stronger you. The storm of black wings may be overwhelming, and terrifying - but like any storm, it can - and WILL - pass. True, it will leave you weak and bleeding, shakily reaching for the door handle of your mind and stumbling to your car - nervously checking the rear view mirror of your mind for fear of their return - but you will survive, and escape. Maybe not stronger - but certainly more wise...
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