There has been a lot of change.
But some things never do.
I just found a notebook with scribblings I wrote over a year ago, when I saw an article about the sexual connotations of a cookery writer being photographed covered in caramel, and they all still ring true..
" I have had a realisation.Why sample one delight when I could have many?
In as much as some people can be described as a 'Foodie', I, Birdgirl, am a Sexie.
My sin of gluttony, my weakness for excess does not lie in the food cupboard as for some sensual people, but purely between the sheets (or anywhere else) - in sex.
And I don't think it's purely down to lust -though, naturally, that plays its part - but a deep-seated fascination and curiosity about sex. Not just wanting it but wanting more, now, faster, slower, harder, different.
Wanting to explore it, to understand it. To get under the skin of it.
And as much as a foodie still under their desire for fine flavour needs food as fuel to survive, purely for nourishment, so I need sex.
And, just as a foodie may occassionaly have to fall back on - either for comfort, convienience or in desperate need - a basic food such as baked beans on toast, such will I crave or rely on missionary or the quick touch of a vibrator to get me through.
But I quest, search out, require more.
Be it romantic, sensual, gentle, fumbling or hard fucking, I want to experience it all, have a knowledge of all the delights sex can offer me, not limit my palete to one flavour but open it up to the whole cacophony of sensual pleasures to be had.
I want to experience the feel, the taste, the gasp of many lovers.
What is a meal if made of one ingredient? "
Since I wrote this, and since I last blogged, I have been doing my best to live up to my libido's quest. There are many sexy stories I could tell, which, rather than being blogged have been emailed - in detail - to Scar. It's probably time I outed these sordid emails of my own volition before they are recounted back to me by a 3rd party, having recently discovered that my antics have been shared amongst her colleagues, and I'm well known to them, under the pseudonym of 'sex-friend'. Joys. (And thank you, Scar.)
But one lesson I can pass on for now - when life offers you dessert, don't question it. The answer should always be 'fuck yes'. And there is always room for seconds.