Right now. I'm in Melbourne.
It's 6.16 pm.
I haven't had a dick inside of me for over 8 weeks.
Possibly the LONGEST I've gone without sex in my entire life.
(You actually have to leave the house to have sex. Perhaps my cunt has closed up?)
I have a hot a water-bottle sitting on my stomach.
And my laptop resting on my thighs.
My legs are draped over the corner of my desk.
And I'm leaning back in this red-swivel chair, writing this blog-post.
A glass of red wine sits on the desk, to my right and two ibuprofen capsules sit to the right of that.
I feel fragile, insecure, irritable and sensitive.
I'm about to finish off my April Maxim column which I need to hand in tonight. (the deadline was yesterday -- I'm a fuck-up!).
I sold three columns last week.
One to ask.men (UK).
Another to The Fix (US)
Another to The Daily Telegraph. (AU).
I've been feasting on the Game of Thrones series. Working myself through season 6.
My treat to myself tonight, after I've filed my Maxim column with my editor....is to make a pasta and curl up on the couch and watch a few episodes...
I got more rejections today from the publishing and acting industry. But that's okay. I've got a tough booty!! :)
I embrace every yes and every kindness.
I let every no and cruelty go...
One day at a time...
It will all work out.
I have faith.
My name is Vanessa de Largie.