So I am moving.

For those bemoaning the lack of updates, this is the reason: I am simply very busy at present. There is a house to be packed up, work to be finished, new jobs to begin and new books to write. I've scarcely time to think outside the checklist.

As time goes on, it would seem, the strapline of this site is increasingly inappropriate. I am no longer a sex worker. This is only occasionally a diary. And soon the geographic notation will also be incorrect. I may as well apply for gender reassignment now, and complete the set.

Still, I look forward to the move. It represents a change in my (non-writing) employment, and in many ways, the letting go of things which fettered me to a set of ideas about what my life might be, what my future could be. T is the catalyst for this, but only that - these were changes that have been a long time coming. I'm grateful they are finally under way. Strange how long it took me to see how to take my own life back.

I daresay London will get on just fine without me.