From the moment I had my son, my life changed. I know it sounds cliche, I used to hear people say it and roll my eyes. But it really, really does change everything. Whether you want it to or not, there are certain changes that are pretty much out of your control unless you are some sort of superhero/have the funds to hire an army to do everything for you; which, let's face it, in this day and age, people rarely do. That is especially true if you happen to live in central London like myself and my partner.
If you haven't watched Game of Thrones season 8 episode 5 just yet, don't read this piece because I am about to ruin and spoil every last inch of it for you! You have been warned.
The art of DJing is often overlooked. Before I started, I honestly thought it was as easy as pressing play on a CDJ and watching the crowd go wild... anyone could do it, right? I didn’t realise the complexity of accurately beat matching, especially in a club setting. The time and effort it takes to build a standout set, meticulously select the tracks, and then read the crowd's response to said tracks and find interesting and exciting ways of mixing the setlist to keep the audiences attention—everything that goes into performing and writing a GOOD DJ set is pretty hard work.
Two weeks ago, I gave birth to my first son Roman. He arrived at 6AM on January 8, four days early, on the date I wanted. I asked my belly and he listened. He shares his birthday with Bowie, Elvis, and Stephen Hawking, and I have never been so overwhelmed with love and emotion in my life. Everyone tells you, "You don’t know love till you have kids."
The word 'soulmate' has so much pressure attached to it. Think about the weight of that title. Soul Mate. Someone who is, essentially, the person you believe to be eternally bonded to your own soul… quite a hefty responsibility.
I didn't hear the phrase "edgeplay" until quite recently, I always assumed the things I was into were just slightly abnormal kinks and fetishes, not an entire sub-genre of BDSM.