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 […]
The black body beautiful
I’ve signed up to do a nude photoshoot. I know I know my precious I shouldn’t make bets or say yes to anything when under the influence of alcohol, sugar or romantic comedies. But it sounded like a great idea at the time! So I meet a guy on twitter through another guy I barely […]