Fucking A my lovely readers, we have (practically) made it to the end of 2019 and smashed another year of pole dancing adventures. Go us!
I seem to be using this here blog as a vessel for complaining about all the new tricks I’m trying to learn and spectacularly failing
Well that great big, fucking stressful fandango that is Christmas and New Year has finally passed and 2018 has officially arrived. It’s the time of
It’s that time of year again where every fucker on social media decides to do some sort of post analysing the past 12 months, listing