I keep on fallin’
AHe was tall, dark and African arrogant with a vulnerable smile. I met him at a social mixer and I put on my best flirt face. Yes, I can fake it when necessary my precious. A shared love of sport and sex meant that we were soon talking on a more intimate level. <p>After long […]
Respecting my Diva (Or Whitney and me part 1)
I started my secret life as a diva early. It was the 80s and my first memories include begging my parents to buy me the sound track to Flash dance. I don’t think I wanted to become a welder. As my sister and I tied towels to our heads and jumped from the couch to […]