We continue on the high summer note on which we left off from the first half of the year, which found us deep in coquette country and on the verge of a banner summer Olympics. Like most years, the months slowly but sometimes wildly shifted. Fasten your seatbelts, you know the rest…
July 2024: Back when we still held the wonder of hope.
The patriotic Speedo upon reflection.
Keep this guide handy so you don’t fuck up.
Shirtless summer shenanigans. (And one to blow on.)
My give-a-fucks went on vacation.
A coquette visit with two dear friends.
The Paris Summer Olympics began with a bulge-tastic bang.
Making it purr and keeping it kinky.
A Silver Mountain summer scent.
The final coquette summer playlist.
The room where my father died.
August 2024: Dad’s anniversary.
Summer Olympics 2024: a tale of two penises.
Our BroSox Adventure took place in August, a bit later, but every bit as fun and enjoyable as all of our excursions.
A coquette cradle song for therapy.
What are we supposed to do with coquette feathers?
September 2024: Summer lingered happily by the pool.
The battle of pink and green was on.
A father’s birthday in absentia.
Last gasp of a flailing coquette, striking a pose and losing hold of all glamour.
Andy saves summer with one plate of fried green tomatoes.
A summer day in Vermont with Suzie, on which we find some of the best ice cream we’ve ever had.
Nakedly harvesting super moon energy.
Closing out a perfectly lovely coquette summer.
Fall arrives with this fade-to-black theme.
Remembering my first kiss with a man.
A sex scene from the verge of twinkdom.
A Boston weekend in the fall with Kira.
October 2024: Thirty years ago I kept an unfortunate journal.
Ferocious, weak, pretentious freak.
A silver lining of social anxiety.
The rough and tough meditation.
The Fade-to-Black fall playlist.
Kamala, not so obviously, even if it’s obvious, and too late, now.
Autumn in Ogunquit, as magical as ever.
Super graphic ultra modern girl like me.
A bedtime story that’s lasted for thirty years.
A charming Saturday in New York with my person.
Let’s have another mid-life crisis because why not?
When a witch turns their back…
Who’s afraid of little old me?
November 2024: In which a villain re-emerges for survival.
Ben Cohen’s take-it-all-off calendar.
A November surprise with a project from 2004.
Ten years ago on this very blog.
I kept my promise, and I’m keeping my distance.
A magical flower from my magical man.
Shades of nudity set to music.
Just what we need – another social media app.
Still Wicked after all these years.
No more news and no one’s unhappy about it.
Friendsgiving 2024 and a dinner with Kira.
December 2024: A holiday fragrance that is, like its wearer, a lot.
Holiday card 2024: Shitter’s full!
The full ‘shades of gray’ project from twenty years ago is posted online for the first time.
Racial profiling at the Newbury Hotel?
We can’t all be one of the witches.
Boston Children’s Holiday Hour (entirely misnomered).
A Christmas message for the lonely.
The twins had their very first adult dinner party, thrown by me and Andy as it should be.
See you in 2025, whether we like it or not…
