Pine trees and birch rods - On Queer Street
I fucking love the smell of a real pine tree – second only to that of mince pies in the hierarchy of Christmassy smells. I wish I could be celebrating Fuckmas today, rather than Christmas, so here is a wee bit of smut for anyone else who’d rather be somewhere else this year. Happy whatever you’re celebrating! The strong smell of pine hits me when I let myself into our flat, and I grin. If I can smell pine, my loveperson must be back, and I will soon be able to bury my face in something I love even more than Christmas trees. After a week,Read More →