Let’s Try This Again, Universe!
Well... this year did not go to plan did it? Incase you missed it or are curious as to why I've not been available much this year the news is I unlocked a hidden genetic mutation in my DNA and unleashed the overwhelming power of a malfunctioning lump of grey matter intent on absolute carnage upon my life. It has been a ride, wild and deviously intent on it’s mission to take me off the track of the year 2026 and - quite literally slam me into the ground with the efficiency of a hunter capturing it’s prey and then devouring it ravenously as if it had been starved for weeks… and attention.
Due to the NHS's overwhelm this saga dragged on and I was left in a sort of sea of despair, wounded, winded and cruelly snatched away from the glorious night and my many cherished lovers and instead I was forced to ride the wave of internal combustion and a brain masochistically becoming a saboteur of self.
But there is news, I am now in a position to return to work and forgive me but I am so fucking happy to be returning home to the many beds and hotels (and all the other wonderful unmentionables) that I’ve longed to grace these cold and lonely months. It is with eternal thanks and a heart fit for bursting that I have to acknowledge here the kindness, generosity and soul healing support I received after my public plea for assistance a few weeks ago. Thank you, from the bottom of my blooming and still beating heart, Thank you. In particular the hero that made this move out of the darkness into the lust-filled light of recovery possible. Everyone who came to my rescue in too many ways to acknowledge without the heckles of ‘oh do shut up’ from my own internal review board - you are the very best of men and it’s an honour and a privilege for me to know you and adore you.
This year has been a year I would wish to forget, fortunately much of it is missing from my memories and perhaps that is a blessing that came disguised as a plague. No, it was a plague - there was no disguise, but the lingering positive is that it didn’t record itself in memories of suffering. If we met during the few occurances I opened my diary, I also want to thank you. It’s been a difficult time for me, there is no escape from that and now I enter another semi-difficult. I feel like I’m the now the rescue team sent into the wreckage of my own life looking for survivors and trying to clear up the mess the natural disaster made of a life that until that point was so gloriously thriving. My 2026 hiatus was unexpected, unwelcome and quite frankly I was not prepared for it. That’s something I shall be taking with me moving forward, this experience showed me that in a snap of ones fingers, a blink of ones eyes, the turn of a head or a quick kiss goodbye - life can come at you like an asteroid hitting your unsuspecting earth and the ground around you will fall away so quickly you’ll barely register the moment your world shook as it descends into the depths of complete and utter carnage. Health is so important, I knew this already and was actively working on mine and doing oh so well at my weight-loss and building up my fitness.
Then, the universe had other plans for me and in there is a lesson - we aren’t promised tomorrow, there is only today, and, should tomorrow come with an asterix that says *eh, you’ll live but you are going to have to stay down for a while - be prepared for that and all it entails.
I was not prepared, not even in the slightest and it shows. At mid thirties you aren’t thinking about a knife wielding maniac waiting around the corner inside your own body. It got me good and was felt in every avenue of my life so far beyond my own control. I’m financially fucked (not the kind of fucked I live for tbh…), my isolation has been so complete I’ve befriended my pillow, excellent late night conversationalist, I’ll have you know - it has rather strong opinions on how firm ones stuffing should be... as do I! And I’ve lost out on living, there has been little you could even call the semblance of a life this year. I have merely existed, like a speck of dust floating in the twilight beam of light through a sealed shut window of an abandoned house that everyone walks by but never truly notices.
It’s been horrendous. But now, it is over… well as over as something can be when you’ve activated the sleeper cell in your genetics that now has the nuclear codes to your own demise, how exhausting… thank god there’s a pill for that! Which I now have in my bloodstream working tireless at the gate of the maniac in charge up there in my cranium and It’s got some reinforcements in my little rules that I shall be sharing in a moment.
Rules! Boo! I know, I know, we live to break them and damn, doesn’t it feel good?
But, sometimes we have to implement them - for safeties sake. We all want to get back on the bull don’t we and ride it knickerless with a bold smile, loud laughter and so much slippery sweat it makes ones thighs clench in anticipation of the next go around. There are some changes slotting quietly into place as I now move forward in this new life of mine with a lovely little spark within me that fries the motherboard from time to time.
Hydration is important, Rest is important, Sleep is important and Routine is important, amongst many other things. HRSR - Her Risk Stopping Rules! Make sure I’m wet, inside and out obviously. Rest and recovery is needed in every sport and we all know this is a vigorous activity. Sleep, well that’s on me to learn the concept of bed time and defeat the evils of my lifelong insomnia, my brain has split personalities that can’t stop fighting. But also, extended play dates need to come with eight hours of sleep please, it’s good for you, gives you more energy for all the naughty things and we should all be doing it! And then there is routine, bye bye running all over the city and beyond at any hour of the day and night and hello alarm clock and an enforced availability schedule. I’ve never felt more grown up. I’m maturing, against my will. Boo!
I'm still working out my triggers, stress is one - so please gentlemen, be kind and thoughtful - stress is the enemy and i'd appreciate it if this life I love so much would become and remain stress free. Stress is for the real life, it does not belong in our fantasy realm of relief.
I have always been a singularly focused lover, one on one, you and I, no distractions and a full memory of the day we dived into absolute pleasure. (Tim Curry, Frank, I shall love you… forever. This week has been one I wish could be lost to my memories too, but God! I’ll cherish that first moment I witnessed that sparkly white platform heel stomping to the beat, coming down in the lift, and the sexual awakening it gave to me when in all your glorious eroticism and subversive art that will go down in history as the icon of the longest running film (and uniquely important to so many communities of outsiders, misfits and camps of queens) Of All Time- probably, came into my life far too early, what a revelation and I’ll adore it for the rest of my life. Let’s all thank the heavens it did because it shaped a lot of the woman that became me, Winter Woods.) - Took a bit of a detour there didn’t we, much like Brad and Janet - well, how ‘bout that! It’s time to strap the fishnets stockings back on, get out the most ostentatious corsets, raise the roof and blast off to the planet orgasm in the universe of ‘Let’s try this again!’.. by spacing out the play dates and keeping it single file on the stage. - One booking a day boys, one booking a day and ideally a day off in-between. Let’s save the orgies for when I can slip back into heels again after my legs abandoned ship for several months.
My last minute late night rendezvous (my fists are fighting the sky right now, I loved them!) will sadly remain on pause at this early stage of my full return to action. But Winter is coming, is ready and is reporting for duty!
If you do contact me on the day - rather late, whether I'll be able to accomodate you will be on whether that day has been a good head day or not and also how tired I am. It’s like it’s regressed, my brain looses it’s vocabulary and just screams it’s protestation if it’s not coddled and put to bed. I've found that the more tired I am the more likely my head is to throw a tantrum. And with that being said I must emphasise that extended play dates are very much on the menu but there has to be a caveat, that there is a little down time included. Those I've met recently know that even if my head has a wobble, after a little pause I'm back to it again shortly after. I also can't miss meals, which is frustrating as my weight-loss journey had been going so well. Down 100 lbs since 2023! So any extended dates, like overnights must include dinner etc.. unless organised for a later start time so that I can eat before hand. Basically I am now a Gremlin, except you are cordially invited with open arms to get this one wet and feed it after midnight - as we all know, the Gremlins actually had the very best fun ;)
I know this is a lot of information and not the norm to share like I do but I've been around a long time and quite a few of you know me very well. There is a community here that means the world to me and has saved my life on many occasions, most recently this year. My heart was warmed up to a yearning burning by the messages, support and quiet appreciation that I received. Although, I can't fully recall large swathes of the spring… It meant a lot. It always will. And I do hope that I get a lovely welcome back over the coming weeks.
Now, as a returning treat I've decided to expand on my summer date offers that were woefully mostly lost out on due to my lack of being present. It seems only fitting that I view September as the New New Year for me and with that in mind, the remainder of 2026 shall be a celebration of frivolity, passion and survival. Please take a look at my New New Year - ‘Let's try this again, universe!’ offers when they land here on my website on September 1st, and, hopefully I shall be seeing you very, very soon.
With the most anticipatory regards,
Winter x
