Photo above: BTS at One Night, August 2026

Oh goodness. I got back in Ireland two weeks ago, and I’m only checking in now. Those who follow me on social media will know I fell apart the second I got back, and I’m still recovering. My body goes through withdrawals whenever I return. I miss London. My bones miss London. I’m so lucky to have beautiful friends and the kink scene. It’s a wonderful feeling to have new and familiar offerings waiting for Me from across the pond. The cruel part of Me hopes it makes them sore, and forms a wound that only my taste could heal. Women are healers, after all.

Anish Kapoor at The Hayward Gallery, London, UK

I saw plenty of art (5 exhibitions), met online friends IRL for the first time, went to a maid cafe, had a picnic, and even managed to visit a GUM clinic the morning of afternoon tea at The Ritz. Life in London is significantly more exciting for this chronically-ill girlie.

Above: retail therapy and salon visit

Despite seeing a new plaything on the hottest day of the year, I had a beautifully rewarding, well-conditioned evening and follow-up date/check-in (thank you, sweet A). A little reminder that I absolutely love social dates. I can keep you locked away, provide extra shots in your coffee if you ask nicely, or have you kiss My feet in public. Or perhaps you’d rather I walk back from touching up my makeup with my thong in my mouth or at my ankle. Hear gentle whimpers from me over drinks. That could possibly be arranged. Possibly.

Another night at One Night 

This is my third time at One Night – a space to meet and/or play, that caters to FLINTA. A bittersweet opportunity for me since I had to leave for Ireland the following day, but it made for a beautiful way to end this trip. If you were there, you probably saw me scurrying around in lingerie and stockings (which I snagged whilst serving – terrible) to assist those actually running this space. I’m just happy to be there.

Serving any Dominatrix is an honour, and fortunately for me, I was able to serve two beautiful Goddesses on this night. I was amusement for one, and assistance for the other. Only when one serves from the bottom (on the knees or at someone’s feet) can they truly appreciate a Goddess. I’m always weary of sharing too much on here about my time with others, especially with other women I love and care about, but what I will say is that am very grateful that I could be of use – even in silence. Thank you very much for the bruises and your grace. Weeks later, and Her presence still lingers with me.

Grief is in My name for a reason

I wasn’t expecting to be so emotional on this trip, but I processed a lot. I adore seeing lovers and meeting new ones, but it comes with responsibility and thought. One afternoon, I was so full of concern with a new lover, that my body made a knot in my stomach, and it would not leave until I cried it out. It might sound heavy, but I honestly love this about me. Empathy is a super power- not an inconvenience. I’m happy to share your pain and your confusions, as well as discover my own layers. I’m well-seasoned enough to feel this with a boundary for safety, so do not worry.

My books are intentionally small and I’m very picky with My time – more so than ever. Even for a moment that is fleeting, these experiences are a part of Me. If you approach well and hear from Me, know that it is an honour.

I’m currently in Ireland, but I’ll be back in London the start of October 2026. Should you like to be held in my embrace, or have me contorted in yours, do reach out soon.

Take care, and thank you for reading.

– Good Grief / DXXXRK

 

(Ending with this photo to manifest more tea and champagne)