Thank the GODS, I'm back in the UK, comfy and safe in London with my lovers and my toy bag. It feels like the promised land after Krakow, a place with seedy sex shops, Catholics, and undercover gay men.

I think the trip to Amsterdam I went on for a few days before coming back (in case I had to try to sneak in on the ferry- luckily I got my visa) was just what I needed. I was there for Pride, which was glorious in a lot of ways, though rainy. The canal float parade was brilliant and beautiful, a lot of fun, and we had some great seats. Plus the hotel we were in was lovely, the bikes we rented were smooth, and the ferry ride home was amazing- my boyfriend got us the comfort class so we had a bed big enough to snuggle on and a window. I was thrilled.

I will say I found a month's worth of bitch to unload on him though. I think it's all that energy I normally get out of my system with sessions, just dwelling within me, waiting for its moment. Poor guy. We did work shit out and things are ok again, but I was just going MAD for some time there. Climbing the walls in my own skull. Now, I just need a boy to beat and I'll be A-OK.

I'm sure I'll write more later, but man oh man, is it time for dinner!