
I don’t feel exactly proud of myself and the fucked up things I’ve done. Listing out all the pseudonyms of the men who I’ve met, been felt up by, been fucked by since I embarked on this wild ride…. It doesn’t feel great, got to be honest. I feel a bit shit, a bit gross. It’s kinda fucking grim when you look at it from an outsiders perspective. BUT I also have had some completely amazing adventures and fun along the way. I wanted to be in control of my sexuality, I wanted to feel beautiful and desired. I wanted to bank stories that I could write about. And Oh. My. God, I accomplished all those goals and more.
So here it is, the list in full. Plus the bonus few post AM, post marriage breakdown. Because I may not be an adulterer anymore, but I am still a slut.
Biceps
Utah
The Boss
Happy Meal
The Austrian
The Russian
The Boss 2.0
Mr Melancholy
The Chef
Armpit
The Greek
The Felon
Brooklyn
The Photographer
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