Book lovers are the perfect lovers

What kind of person are you?

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

Are you that person who pretends to love books?

Or are you someone who actually loves books.

“How can I tell Kio!” I hear you cry, desperate to know which camp you fall into.

Well. What do your books look like?

Do you have and actually use (shudders) bookmarks?

Do you take books that you’ve read to charity shops and they accept them?

Do you sell your books online and they are in excellent condition?

Do you only read books sitting upright, turning the pages carefully so as not to crease?

When you take a break do you close your book and place it on a clean dry surface?

Do the books you own look as good as new and are in the same condition as when you bought them? (What on earth is wrong with you?)

If you answered yes to one of the questions above then you do not love books. You pretend to.

People like you are the reason why first editions exist. They shouldn’t exist. They should have been read into oblivion by somebody who loved it.

Books and the treasures within are supposed to live in your mind.

You are supposed to read them lying down, in the bath (even doing both at the same time)

You have to spill hot beverages and drop crumbs in/on them

Turn the pages with wet fingers, dog ear the corners when you stop reading a page

Break the spine.

Drop in the bath.

They’re to be fallen asleep on and squished under your body.

If you regularly do one or more of the above activities then you love books!

(I solemnly promise that the next blog will be sexual in some way, although I do consider being a lover of books an extremely sexy trait).

A new year...or is it?

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

A year since we first came across Covid and yet…here we still are!

What a year it’s been! No Christmas celebrations, New Years Eve parties, birthday parties…let alone seeing friends and family and these events are just off the top of my head. Not much has changed at all from last year which is really disheartening to realise. In terms of the pandemic and how we have been existing? I cannot wait for some sense of long term normalcy to return.

My only interest in politics is simply knowing that it is generally attracts the self serving but my God how I wish there were someone capable of actually executing a plan to permanently end this nightmare!

It’s been almost a year since we were first introduced to the in-out-in-out hokey cokey type response to the pandemic. The relentless ‘well we don’t really have a plan let’s just play it by deaths, and by the way you’re all responsible for the deaths of the vulnerable next slide please’ method of (not) dealing with this disease.

Not a single day goes by without news on the economic, health and mental wellbeing impacts of the Covid pandemic. I’m tired of worrying about it on one hand, and on the other, tired of pretending it doesn’t exist and everything is a bed of roses. SM to a tee.

The impact of this pandemic has fallen most heavily on people living in deprived neighbourhoods, in precarious or low-income employment, homeless, in abusive familial or personal relationships. On a global scale the manufacturers and suppliers of the goods we insist on have been ravaged and poverty in developing countries could reach levels not seen for decades.

It’s no wonder almost everyone, including superiors I honestly rely on, are visibly in some form of distress. Many, if not most, of my friends have seen the industries they work in virtually disappear. Some have been lucky enough to be on furlough but most are not so fortunate. Regarding the self employed i.e. companions? Ha!

I do not know anyone who is not filled with anxiety and depression and it is unnatural not to feel this way, unless you are fortunate enough to have the social and economic resources and networks that buffer you from lockdown rules. Even with this luxury, isolation from the life we had is abnormal and unprecedented.

Silver linings, etcetera etcetera.

The blessing of focus and clarity.

I can’t really state that there has been anything ‘positive’ to come from this pandemic as it is a heart breaking situation that the entire world is facing. There are too many consequences. Anyway, and moving on, I will try my very best to not mention Covid from now on in. Though if the seo for this blog were ‘Covid’, it would finally tick all the boxes on the seo checker.

My small positives. Not positives per se, more things that aren’t completely negative. Small victories are still victories.

♥ A renewed interest in spiritually (this took me aback-give me all the inane spirituality quotes please!)

♥ Self reflection; objectively assessing, making and beginning to act upon concrete plans for the future, rather than muttering about them.

♥ Enforced solitude coupled with stress, are wonderful for fostering much needed time to focus on and adjust my plans and goals.

♥ Giving my client list a thoroughly good cleaning! As a consequence of the pandemic and client communications, a lot of self cleaning was involved. Much like the workings of a vagina.

♥ Increasing breast size from 36B to 36D. One veritable triumph that I am going to hold onto come hell or highwater!

A little bit of who you fancied, will do you good.

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

With all of the world on pause at the moment, our minds tend to wonder, pondering hypotheticals and unrealised fantasies. One that crossed my mind was the question “if you could be transported back in time to any era, where would you go?” Frankly though, I didn’t have to marinate on this question very long. In fact, the answer came to me in a literal heartbeat. Without a doubt, I would go back to the 1970s.

A defining era

There was a certain elemental succulence to that era; a certain brazen sophistication combined with unabashed exuberance. Between the glittery glamour of disco and Studio 54 and the emergence of a confrontational, counter culture version of rock and roll known as punk, to the emergence of the most avant garde minds in design such as Vivienne Westwood, Yves Saint Laurent and Halston, to cinema breaking new, brave grounds (both inside and outside of the now dearly departed porno theaters)…the 1970s was a time of bold, unapologetic lusciousness. And what encapsulates that bold, unapologetic lusciousness better than a lush, full bush?

I am Woman

There is something about a full bush that symbolises something primal yet elegant and requires both haver and enjoyer to be sensually fully engaged, to take in the look, the feel, the aroma, the taste, the texture. It harkens to an awakening among women wherein we insisted that our beauty be celebrated in it’s natural state. It wasn’t that women were granted power by men during this time, but rather that they were connecting to the power they have had since the dawn of time. Strong and invincible, as the song goes. To me, having a natural bush continues to be a symbol of that feminine power: that verdant, natural power.

A reciprocal feeling?

And wouldn’t you love to bask in that very same power and beauty? Lucky for you, you’ve come across a London’s all natural, ebony escort, with a delicious full bush that will make you pine for the days of reading Playboy, just for the informative articles of course. I may not be able to travel back to that time. But when you spend time with me, you just might.

What kind of person are you?

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

Are you that person who pretends to love books?

Further Reading

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

A new year...or is it?

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

A year since we first came across Covid and yet…here we still are!

Silver linings, etcetera etcetera.

The blessing of focus and clarity.

Further Reading

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

A little bit of who you fancied, will do you good.

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London

A defining era

I am Woman

A reciprocal feeling?

Further Reading

Ebony Dinner Date Companion in London