A Decade of Debauchery
Hello, once more from the desk of Winter Woods.
May I present to you my year in review for twenty twenty five.
(Plus some other mad shit that you must definitely read at the end!)
I struggle to make sense of how quickly this year has slipped through my fingers. Only yesterday it was the early hours of January 1st and I was dancing in the ecclectic surroundings of a very creative lover.
He gifted me a mirror.
How apt that a mirror is very much what I will associate this past year with. I have held one up almost every day, cataloging the changes in my body, as I came to grips with my successful weight-loss and also learning more about myself every day; due to my ADHD diagnosis almost twelve months ago.
The past year has been life changing. In the best of ways. Marked with dates i’ll treasure for a long time to come, but also true friendships i’ve found by accident along the way. It’s been, a ride.
Twenty twenty six is a milestone year for me. A decade of whoredom under my belt. Ten years of experiences so far beyond my wildest dreams I sometimes look back and think, ‘did that really happen?’. Of course it hasn’t been without it’s up’s and down’s, but that is life isn’t it. The peaks and troughs are to be expected. But, I can say whole-heartedly and with complete conviction; I wouldn’t change a single thing. The last ten years shaped me, I’ve grown into someone I am incredibly proud of. My commitment to the cause should be studied, quite frankly; I’ve given this profession my blood, sweat and tears. I’ve lost friendships, family and life goals so ordinary I can’t even say that as if it’s a bad thing.
But i’ve gained so much, confidence, community, adventures and new friends that have become the best of them that I would never have met otherwise. As I look back on the decade since I made that decision, when I stood on the hardwood floor of the bar I worked in whilst I was studying at university and thought to myself, ‘I can do more, I am more - than this.’ I can say with my whole *ample chest, it was the best decision i’ve ever made in my life.
It brought me here, and this place i’m at now is a comfort to me. Even when things perhaps aren’t going to plan. I know what i’ve built is something that can withstand brexit, a pandemic, the cost of living crisis and all the other disruptive catastrophe’s that I have fought through and conquered over the years, as Winter Woods.
Here it is, my year in review!
January began with a flurry of new dates. Late night runs across the city and a little jaunt up to the north east to see a birthday boy and deliver him a birthday kiss. As I rolled into february and settled into my new officially neurodivergent life, I took some time off (a rarity!) - It was just a weekend, I just can’t stay away from you all - I miss you too much. And I can tell you missed me as I was welcomed back to London by a spectacular dinner date with front row seats to Moulin Rouge. Do you ever consider the irony that we celebrate and applaud art about sex workers, or those adjacently connected; and yet society shuns us, degenerates us and paints us with whatever negative brush suits their agenda that day? I had this thought whilst watching the perfomance, it was brilliant, don’t get me wrong. But there is a bittersweet note to it, as a sex worker in the audience. Hearing the applause and laugher amplified from the other theatre goers and yet I know many of those people would recoil if they knew they sat beside a genuine whore. February brought food for thought, it seems.
The past spring was a magical experience. It’s rare I meet someone and they make a mark on my life in a surreal way, having to pinch myself to make sure that i’m not simply dreaming. Sometime’s I walk into a date and I know exactly what to expect and then there are times where I walk through a door and my jaw unhinges like some innocent ingenue full of wonder brand new. I had one of those experiences this past spring and meeting this particular person and being shown their life, experiences and hearing their tales… A world of wonder. I threatened to move in. And I meant it.
From sushi dates with a fellow old school goth lover, to perhaps scaring several of my age adjacent and older lovers with the fact they too may have ADHD as we chatted about my life and the turn it had taken. March - June was a whirlwind of music, laughter, delicious dinner’s, late night chat’s, pegging men in ladies lingerie and working my way through every mocktail I came across as I adapted to my new life - Alcohol out, quiet down and focus brain medication in.
There was an overnight with a sweetheart as I chased down the final weeks of thirty four, a late night love affair with a scottish beau, many dates with a lover that has known me the entirety of these past ten years (I must be doing something right as we haven’t got bored not once, not yet, quite likely - never) And as I swam into summer, twenty pounds lighter and ready to cement myself in precisely mid-thirties; a friendship bloomed quite beautifully. I knew already that we got on, possibly too well. I could talk to him for hours and never once declare boredom, a gorgeous human with a heart, mind, body and soul that I just want to know. He kick started my birthday by bringing me an entire cake. I preceeded to eat it with a fork like a glutton, I lost twenty pounds - I earned it. I could not have predicted at the time just how much this person would come to mean to me, nor the nights we would spend together through-out the remainder of the year, or how without even realising it, this lover had done the mystical thing and jumped right into my ‘Oh! We are really friends arent we. Please be my friend, you’re amazing.’ - box, that is actually pretty hard to break into. It was stealthy too, he snuck himself in before I even realised he’d picked the lock. But i’m so happy that he did because this past year wouldn’t have been as memorable as it was, without him and this little mad friendship of ours. In fact i’d probably be wallowing in the depths of despair this past week if it wasn’t for him so you all should say thank-you. Christmas isn’t my favourite, but this one just past sure is.
Now, I must discuss August. If you follow me on twitter (I refuse to refer to it by anything else) Then you’ll be aware what a mad little month that was. It feels like a fever dream that I genuinly limped out of. Breaking a record as the most date filled month ever, ten years into my career here is an achievement in itself. But if we could space them out moving forward i’d appreciate it as I don’t think the date that bore witness to my ‘I’m a touch tired’ slip in the bathtub that bruised up my knee and thigh in the deepest shades of purple and blue, will forget me, and perhaps not for the reason I’d prefer them remember me for. It was rather funny and quite fitting that the craziest of months, left me walking delciately into the Autumn that followed.
As summer faded away like a lucid dream you never want to wake from, the temperature dropped and I got to tick off some personal goals of my very own. It’s been a long time since I had a holiday of my own, so I did the thing and booked a bucket list one. Having something to look forward to is important in life, work, work, bills, work, more bills, and being a responsible adult with responsibilities and a life that would fall apart if you didn’t get up each day and attack it like the wild beast that it is - is exhausting. We all need a break. I am the worst at taking care of my self in this regard, I can name it now, hyper-focus. Most of the time i’m go, go, go, go, go, go! or ‘I have an idea!’ - Neither of these are conductive to the idea of rest. ‘Who is rest?, Don’t know her.’ The summation of my life. People don’t realise whoredom is a full time job, the hours suck and so do I. But that’s another story. There is also my career aspirations away from Winter, that you don’t know about, maybe you do, if your lucky - you know what i’m on about. But it is, a lot. A lot of work, planning, preparations, marketing, modeling, existing, being and creating. I am CEO, CFO, HR, Administration, Artist, Middle Man, Photographer, Tech Team, Marketing and the only employee in an entire business of one. If you knew how little sleep I run off, you’d take a look at my fee’s and think ‘She does not charge enough!’ - Which is not something I imagine anyone thinks, especially in this economy.
The latter half of this year I had to tap into all of these roles as I finally began the preperation and execution of a long overdue photoshoot and overhaul of all my images. From hours spent searching for the perfect updates to my lingerie collection, mingling with new lovers and old, there was a week that started with a first date on a Monday - only for him to bring me back to him again that week twice more. We ate five guys in bed together, some of us grabbed a steak or a little bit for lunch. I danced across the city and laughed until my cheeks were sore. And then there are the social dates, that fed a friendship a little more. We went to the strip club, I cried once on the dancefloor because you said something so lovely to me when my heart was a little sore. There were meaningful flowers on my doorstep because you knew that day was a day that always causes me pain. Thoughtfulness and kindness were delivered in abundance and those two things are the small things that I can never, ever, forget. It was a stressful time, I can’t lie. But I got there in the end.
A special mention to the man from Seattle, you came, you found me, you dazzled me from the get-go and introduced me to Boy Harsher. My synth loving soul shan’t ever forget you. If you ever do return to these shores of mine, we are required to grab a sunday roast. I am nothing, if not determined to make sure people get what they want.
Oh - oh, yes, and then there was also the man that did something completely mad, I genuinely thought it was a hoax. When one get’s a message that someone is travelling across the globe, with the only purpose of that trip being - to meet you! There is a moment where you step back and think, why? Which is rather hilarious seen as my entire business model is that men pay to meet me. I do see my value, don’t get me wrong. I’m rather unique and well aware of that, with peculiarities a plenty, an ass with it’s own gravitational pull and an entire head - inside and out, that people find fascinating. It’s been a decade, I can say that now.
But, to travel across the world.. only to meet me. That’s it, end of story, the end. I don’t think I believed a second of it was real until we met and had the most incredible dinner overlooking the cities skyline like god’s on high. I was floating. And to top it all off, he was so sweet, kind and all-round wonderful company. He sent me a message that I read the next day that I won’t disclose the contents of, but it’s a message i’m going to keep forever. He crossed the world for me. A first, totally fantastical event for me to experience - and I was everything he hoped i’d be. Which is rather special, don’t you agree?
Winter is my favourite season. You had no idea right.. probably think i’m some sun loving summer child who likes to be all hot and bothered in scenarios that don’t involve a man and his hands, his mouth and his *ahem. Well sorry to burst that bubble for you, but I only accept being warm in two specific situations - Sex and Vacation. That’s it. I do not wish to be warm at any other time, bring me the cold and my vast array of jumpers i’d sell a kidney to be able to wear all year round. You know sun chasers, people who chase the sun all year long around the globe… Is there a Winter variant? If so, sign me up! So without further ado, the end of this yearly review is nigh.
My namesake season commenced with a bath tub, one I re-visisted a week later because this life is funny like that. A second date with someone who thought I wouldn’t remember him. A tiny fact about me now, a super power if you will - I remember the first time I met anyone and can tell you what I was wearing and where it was. Only the first time, don’t ask me why, it’s like I have a filing cabinet in my mind where I have a snap shot of every first date over the last ten years and I never forget a friendly face. Your name may be boyond me, Hello ADHD. But the where, the when and the what was I wearing - absolutely. We had met for the first time many years ago and finally got around to a second date, it was perfect. Another restaurant ticked off my bucket list, listening to music in the bath for hours, introducing him to She Want’s Revenge and gifts that took my breath away.
I dabble in tarot, if this surprises you then it may come as a shock but i’m a little bit spooky. There was a cherished tarot deck that is a little bit naughty, they’re italian an you know I love phallic art - Anyway, i’d lost them. Only a week or two before I had tried to find them to show a date, one late night I searched and searched until I had to give up and accept i’d likely done something rather silly and accidentally threw them out when I went on my spring cleaning binge a few months before. I didn’t post anything about them, they’re also rather nieche and you have to import them from far away lands. So image my shock when I was unwrapping the very generous gifts and found a brand new pristine set of those very cards. Not only did he understand me on a very deep level and hit a home run, dinner, hotel and gifts… but they where tailored so perfectly to me he just so happened to replace something I had recently lost without any hint or clue. The universe also must have decided these cards need to be in my possession and they’re currently sat just to my right as they’ve not left my eye-sight since coming back home.
It is little things like that, which linger. Being seen, understood and appreciated. Those are the things in life that mean more, I feel that in my bones. We all just want poeple to see us, really see us, all our little quirks or special interests. When someone takes the time to know you and also hands over a token so on the nose, you know that they took time to find something that they just knew - you would love. That does something very soft and warm to my insides. It’s like my heart being hugged deep inside my chest.
What a feeling that was to take into what became the most stressful week of my recent life. I am of course talking about photoshoot week. After months of build up, planning, expenses and generally having a tiny little breakdown every day as I was out of practice and those pesky thoughts of ‘Oh no, what if i’ve forgotten how to take a photograph and they all come out looking like I’m cosplaying the female Gremlin from Gremlins 2’
My confidence in myself was low, but I also knew I desperately needed to update my images. It had been two years, I'd lost a lot of weight and generally I looked so drastically different that the shocked face new lover’s made when I met them was starting to give me a complex. Possibly the first woman to be accused regularly of false advertising with the reasoning being that I am slimmer than the photo’s depicted. Wonders never cease!
It was a bit of a clusterfuck, bless the date that tagged along to help as I had at-least four nervous breakdown’s and at one point sat sobbing in a ball gown like some tragic heroin in a victorian gothic novella. Fourteen hours, I didn’t sleep, sneaking around in the wee early hours. I had a piece of fabric, a bathtub, a camera and a dream - and I actually, miraculously, delivered.
Here’s a little easter egg for you, those photo’s.. you know.. the one on the home page - All wet and vivid.
Completely un-edited.
For the most part they are the raw images. Yes, I cried when I checked them on the camera at the time too. I was emotionally rung out. Which says a lot about me to be honest, how much it meant to me that I did a good job and delivered these new images to all of you. You don’t get that upset over something like a photoshoot unless it means a great deal to you. Winter Woods is so much more to me than a persona that has a little fun here and there.
It is, my life.
I’ve put so much of my true self into the fabric of Winter’s design. She is the perfect me, the me without baggage or skeletons, Winter is who I think I would have been in an another universe with a different past. For all intent and purposes, I didn’t craft up someone else - I just perfected myself and so when I do anything in the world of Winter, I put this pressure on myself because it has to be - perfect. I’m also of a creative disposition and you know happiness is a concept that i’ve never quite got my head around. There is no critic more cutting than the one that lives vivaciously in my head with the sole purpose of narrating everything I do with cut-throat precision.
When I came home from the shoot, I didn’t sleep - I couldn’t. For two sleep deprived days I tapped into my inner chaos demon (my self dubbed ADHD alter ego that loves a bit of insomnia with a dash of hyper-focus) and edited, updated and got to work on something I am finally ready to reveal right here, right now.
To mark the decade i’ve been a debauched little demon of the clandestine club called whore, I have put together a little thing really as a celebration of sorts. But also to bring me, a little closer, to you. When I sat down to do my overhaul and update all my photo’s across the worldwide web, I found 10,000 - yes, ten thousand! Images in my archive that span that decade like a tableau of questionable hair choses, the rise and fall of a waistline and how the little vain part of me can confirm, I am immune to aging apparently. Sadly, my vampire fantasy is just that but if I didn’t know me i’d be convinced there was something going on as my face refuses to give up the ghost of aging ambiguously.
So, what is a woman to do with an archive so large and a milestone approaching in 2026?
Why create a private members club of course.
Launching tonight, right here on this website, you’ll be able to see a new page called ‘The Woods Club/Galerie Privée’. Yes the Galerie Privée has been there for a few weeks now as I worked out the plan and plotted from my lair. If you have tried to access it, you will know that it is password protected. And it is staying that way. This evening with the launch of The Woods Club, you are invited to become a member by filling out the contact form that will be appearing this evening on the home page. Just click home, scroll down and fill it in!
Right now the first 100 members are invited to sign up for a one time fee of £25. This may change as the idea will undoubtedly go off on many little side quests. But for now this is the structure i’ve set out. Should it change then all members of the club will be notified as there will be a seperate ‘Woods Club Newsletter’ - that will go out whenever I add to the contents. Which, I very much plan to do!
You may be wondering what is in there? Well, I spent hours of my time diving deep through my archive and selected thousands of images to build a digital archive of the many lives of Winter Woods, a walk through them so to speak. The photo’s are a mix of professional, private, personal, nude, revealing, funny, behind the scenes and at times just a bit silly. I’ve curated little collections that encapsule era’s of my life, with some never before seen images that would have not been available for your viewing - ever.
But there is more!
Inspiration comes to me, from time to time - in prose. I love to rhyme, frequently, so I decided I must compose. A little taste of things to come. An unhinged, filthy, and at times funny - little tour. Through my mind - poetry, written with all my love. There are a handful of my erotic poems for your perusal, may I recommend the 800 word epic battle of wills titled ‘Soliloquising’ - it’s naughty with pornogrpahic prose, violently hilarious and the structure is by design, that chaotic collapse at the end may be my favourite ending to a poem i’ve ever written. I will also be adding a few of my other poems and short stories there over the coming weeks. And as after some words of encouragement from the lovely friend that played such a huge part in my life this year, I will be focusing on more erotic, sex work adjacent and general Winter Woods’s life of sin poetry over the next twelve months. So this will only grow and grow.
There will be a space for comments as I want the Woods Club to bring us closer together. I know times are hard, it’s been a very odd ending to the year. To be honest this whole years been upside down, August! August was my best month.. when nine out of the last ten, it was the worst. If it hadn’t been for the person i’ve spent a great time of time with this year, and still not enough! - i’d have had a very lonely and dull Christmas myself. It seems there is some mallaise in the air as we say goodbye tonight. I do hope that the next twelve months provides stability, perhaps being a touch more predictable wouldn’t be a bad thing. I know how exhausted the ‘I don’t know what is happening?!’ of this year, has made me.
Looking forward, here is my invitation to you.
Won’t you follow me down, down into the deep dark wood and discover a world unseen. With words that conjure vivid things and images you’ve never seen. Community, is the currency - although there is a cost. Coming together, digitally, and who knows - you may get lost. There is a lot to see, and some to read - you can even make suggestions. For a one time fee, I offer thee - the answer’s to many questions.
I wonder what that could mean?
Hmmmm…
Saying good-bye is never easy. But i’ve gone on long enough, don’t you think? It’s time to open the diary for 2026 and ponder what it will bring. Is your name in there already? I have one or two dates lined up for february, my January diary is ready and waiting though! And I have a tax bill I need to pay, so send those dates my way so I can appease them for the next six months and get back to haunting bedspreads with the joie de vivre of someone not plagued with life’s great responsibility.
May you have the most peaceful of New Years, and I wish for you that the next twelve months bring you nothing but happiness and perhaps a date with little old me….
Winter Woods x
