Yeah, OK, I know it's been ages since I posted yet again. I can't help it. I've been naked.
OK, that's slightly flippant but since my last post I've:
a) Turned 33
b) Done a striptease on stage at the Clapham Grand in front of 500-1,000 people (not sure how many exactly - all I know is that it's bloody big and was pretty full) It was *fucking petrifying*. It was also the best adrenaline high ever. I remembered my routine (a striptease for my vibrator to the song 'At Last' by Phoebe Snow - or rather, her cover of the Etta James song that has the opening line 'At last my true love has come along.' The second I heard it, I knew I had to have it for my strip) I got whoops and cheers and someone even asked for me to autograph a copy of Scarlet for them. But fun as it was, I can safely say 'never again'. Nothing could top the experiene I had so it seems daft to even try.
c) Done a photoshoot for GirlsKissing.co.uk It was also hugely fun. How hard can it be kissing a pretty girl while wearing a slinky silk dress? (and later in the shoot, kissing her in the bath with bubbles obscuring our bits and both of us being careful not to inadvertently grope each other)
d) Booked a naturist holiday
As such, I am now beginning to think of 33 as 'The Year of Being Naked'. Hell, it's got to be better than 'The Year of Realising That Your Grey Hairs Are Getting Copious Enough For You to Actually Pay Attention When That Annoying Davina McCall 'Mum, I've found a great hair dye' Advert Is On'. And certainly snappier. Hell, it could even be a book title...
Obviously (or maybe not) all the above are for work. Except the getting older bit. That just happened all on its own. Predictably enough, I spent a week getting drunk with friends for my birthday - it was meant to be a day but things kind of spiralled to involve rainy beaches, burlesque nights and meals out. Hell, I've never had a birthday that lasted a week before. It felt good.Once I'd recovered, I had to get back to work though: namely finishing The Ex Factor and my guide to lesbian sex for 'straight' women - both of which I'm incredibly relieved to have now done. I typed the last words of the lesbian book about an hour ago and felt incredibly relieved. It was fun to write but books are such long slogs that sometimes it can feel like you're never going to get them finished. Although when I get back from holiday I won't have a chance to indulge that kind of thought as I have a month to write an erotic fiction novella (40,000 words) from scratch. If the holiday wasn't for work, I'd probably cancel it to give myself more time - so it's lucky that it is, really, as I so need a holiday.
On which note, I should get round to packing. What should you pack for a naturist holiday? Shoes and jewelry, I guess...