Memory or fantasy?

Another in a series of posts on things I learned in my recent Sapphic Soiree.

Preparations begin in earnest.

The evening gets underway – and, in many ways, this is the hottest part (at least to me).

I gave the ladies gift bags. This was what was inside.

I had a notion of how things would proceed. It was oddly specific in some parts. And oddly… undeveloped… in others.

Approaching….

There’s a lot of writing on its way….

Setting Amira’s mind at ease.

How much juice can a cordless wand hold?

A big evening (and I mean BIG) approaches. Six, seven, or eight women. And me….