Back in December 2024, I wrote a lifestyle blog about rising from the ashes. I knew it wouldn’t be easy – I wasn’t naïve – but I hadn’t quite realised how much fire there was still left to deal with.
I didn’t expect to be hit with libel.
I didn’t expect my dog to lose a leg.
And I certainly didn’t expect to end up in hospital.
And yet, somehow, in amongst all that, I still managed to make my sister’s wedding cake, see her marry, tour a show, and squeeze in some filming at The Nest. There’s no glory in just getting through, but there is a certain pride in what I’ve managed to achieve in spite of things. At the same time, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some bitterness – the kind that builds when your energy’s been spent surviving, rather than developing what you set out to.
Some things I had planned this year didn’t materialise – yet. My audiobook Patreon, for one. Spoken by The Siren is still very much alive as an idea, just waiting for me to finish writing and upload much of the content . It’ll be a home for my audio work, from enchanting story series to JOI and POV pieces, all neatly tiered depending on what you’re after. There’s even a Discord server already sitting there, fully set up and completely empty – which feels oddly symbolic. Whether it becomes the heart of a real community depends on how much longer platforms like X keep cracking down.
As for The Nest – I had to pause events. Running one (by which I mean, something I’d actually be proud of) is exhausting, and even sold-out nights barely break even. There’s also the small matter of the local ‘scene’… Without naming names, let’s just say Cardiff has its very own kink mafia, and we’re not exactly on speaking terms. Until I can guarantee a safe buffer between their drama and my business – and the people who associate with it – I won’t be running public socials.
Private parties, however, are still very much on the table. If you’ve got the people, I’ve got the space – and everything else it takes to make it unforgettable.
I’m also planning a few closed-door events this September to get some filming done. We can never shoot during real parties (for obvious reasons), but I want to be able to show what the space can feel like when it’s in full swing. I’m still in talks with some excellent professionals about offering masterclasses – massage, mummification, electrics – so keep half an eye on announcements if that’s your thing.
So why another lifestyle blog? Well, I’ve had a fair bit of time to think recently. Getting completely knocked out by a mystery illness does that. That, and the creeping awareness that my birthday is looming again. For my generous admirers from afar — here’s the obligatory Throne link (because even I need spoiling now and then). I’m now officially too old for a railcard – which stings more than I’d like to admit – and while I’m under no illusion that I’m “old,” I am increasingly aware that I’d like things to settle a bit.
Health is the priority at the moment. I’m on a waiting list for specialist care, but in the meantime I’m doing what I can: getting back to regular training (does lifting my 22kg three-legged dog up the stairs every night count as a fitness regime?!), trying to eat regularly, and vaguely attempting to lower my stress levels…that last one may be ambitious.
Goddesses don’t stop being goddesses just because they’re in recovery.
My touch is still magical, my body still divine, and my soul… still pleasantly sadistic.
I am seeing clients — and I’m enjoying it. But I’m more discerning than ever.
If you want me to spend my precious energy on you, I expect nothing less than your most delicious effort.