Quite a few men come forward, on various platforms, when I write about sex or sex toys. They ask questions, they have ideas, they quite like the open discussions. Which sometimes make me smile, and other times has me shrieking at home, alone, in … Continue reading Hang on, are you Sophia?
I try and recycle. Plastic, paper and glass are all separated. It’s not always easy and sometimes I don’t do a great job. But it’s mostly straightforward. Milk cartons – paper. Wine bottles – glass. Everything from Woolworths and Pick N Pay – plastic. But … Continue reading But is it plastic?
I was admonished recently by someone I admire deeply, for thinking I needed a date to dine out. ‘Go on your own, dammit,’ she told me. ‘Dress up, put on your lipstick and go and have fun.’ I knew she was right but I find … Continue reading Pablo House, Johannesburg