Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Monday 18 May 2020
Thank you Mr LH for this lovely red lace from Honey Birdette.
xx MG
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 4 April 2020
After a few investigations I am just not convinced any one of the platforms (Onlyfans, Niteflirt, AVN Stars and so on) is compelling – either practically (very clunky, hard to use) or financially (significant percentage payments go to the platforms, while the subscription fees are modest). So bear with me 🙂 while I figure it out. AVN Stars looks the most likely candidate at the moment. Meantime just get in touch on an ad hoc basis if you feel like it.
I hope everything is going as well as it can be for you all. Here’s a photo of me roaming around the forest on the country estate without much clothing.
Social distancing hasn’t itself been especially hard on me. Staying at home isn’t much of a restriction when home and surrounds are vast enough. And though the terrain is sparsely occupied with humans, there is a lot going on.
Look at this action for instance. After the drought, fires and floods I have nesting black swans, settled in on a huge mound of mud in among the reeds on the creek.
And here is a photo taken about a week earlier with the camera and good lense. The he-swan* making it clear humans are not welcome (I have been reminded by infinitely useful Google foo that *cob is the name of the male swan and pen, the female.)
What has affected me is all the suffering. I’ve felt very despondent about the likely fate of the people who are already very poor, living in harsh crowded conditions with few basic resources (like available water) in refugee camps and slums around the world. Does anyone else find it very difficult to keep a clear mind in these dark times?
On practicalities, I have been diverted with the effort of planning and constructing my (forever for now) bathroom. Like all these practical things it takes me ages longer and involves way more effort than I ever imagined it would. So this is turning into my medium term lockdown project. I will emerge periodically to be glamorous (albeit in a rustic context for the time being).
xx MG
PS And here’s a recent local sunset photo. Does anyone else see a bit of a William Robinson sky?
Also William Robinson sky:
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 28 February 2020
As usual it’s been good to be in the old neighbourhood – I am getting used to it being my second home now, not my first. And I’m in good time for the white peaches of late summer, which I love.
And also in time for plane trees shedding everywhere, which I love not so much.
The white peaches are so fragrant and the place is overloaded with them The sign says “imperfect” but white peaches and ïmperfect” do not go together lol.
Plane trees are definitely one of my favourite Sydney street tree. The archway of plane trees over Ocean Street is especially beautiful. Only problem is when they shed late summer it does terrible things to your nose and eyes.
Late summer this year has also brought on a new swimsuit buying thing for me. I suppose in part it’s because I do not fit into any of my old swimsuits right now lol. (Better by far to go with no swimmers at all :-).)
I can’t believe though, that I haven’t exercised properly for 18 months – I really ought to be in a lot worse shape! Just goes to show how much genetics controls all these things. Working out in the gym is great if you love it but no need to get too cut up about the self improvement industry – there’s always time to like yourself just the way you are (so says your glamorous aunt anyway lol)
I seem to be having a bit of an intense blue, pink and white theme going here. When I went for coffee early today this is what I got, probably the cutest takeaway coffee cup there is:
xx MG
I have reactivated my gallery. Watch this space for some new photos 🙂
xx MG
February 2020
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 2 February 2020
I was whisked away for an impromptu break earlier last week. It was perfect weather.
I did absolutely nothing but surf, swim, lie around in soft white sheets, drink Campari and soda, and so on :-). My hair ended up a sandy dry wreck – a small sacrifice.
I tried out these retro swimmers, which I bought a couple of weeks ago on impulse from an online shop. (I spent so much time after Christmas monitoring the district Facebook groups and the bushfire sites, the targeted online advertising machine finally caught up with me and kept offering me swimmers. I relented.) Then I went and got a bit sunburnt.
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 31 January 2020
During my December stay in Sydney I took a couple of hotel incall selfies, as one does:
Because very few client friends use Twitter though, I have to post these December selfies again here or otherwise no one gets to see them :-).
As it happens, I got to do some follow up “before and after” type selfies during my January trip. I have to thank Mr M. Leopard for my lovely new white lingerie set.
And here’s the January version of the Tshirt dress:
xx MG
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Monday 19 August 2019
I posted this selfie on Twitter last week. This is my new coat, with that unmistakable discreet hotel lobby look. I had to concede my favourite old pale trench coat was finished. Such a lovely, quality thing I bought in Double Bay ages ago, I had finally worn it out.
All this sentiment reminded me of the improbable scene in La Boheme where the old coat gets serenaded before being pawned to buy medicines for the rapidly declining Mimi, who is flushed with TB.
Caruso’s version of the song – The Coat Song:
It’s a little while since I went to the opera. But it’s a much longer while since I bought student rush tickets for $5. In those days the opera theatre was often half empty. The audience always included elegant Hungarian women in mothball furs though. It’s great the opera is so popular now but it’s so sad the days of student rush are over. Those heavily discounted tickets gave impoverished students the incredible privilege of going to the opera several times a week when the season was on – what a life!
xx MG
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 3 June 2018
It’s finally cold and I have had pangs for summer already.
Some people might remember me reporting that I did a beginner’s scuba diving course earlier this year. I just haven’t made time to follow up with any diving yet, despite best intentions. Now it’s just a bit too late in the year for me to think the water will be anything close to my comfort zone. And that’s even though I have a wetsuit. It’s a real enough wetsuit – from a Billabong end of season sale but it doesn’t cover the legs and it’s possibly too joyful looking for me to be completely confident of its’ function.
In honour of my scuba activities I bought a new swimsuit to wear under a wetsuit. I had intended to get some serious speedos but ended up buying something slightly more decorative.
All I need now is the right season – and a tan.
Yours MG xx
in a previous incarnation with a great tan
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 31 March 2018
This week I just have an entry for one of my favourite things… beginning with F…
Frottage
This is the non criminal variety of frottage (that’s because the subject gave consent 🙂 – I didn’t just hit on him without warning in the train or on the bus lol)
Even so it may be a misdemeanor for your glamorous aunt to have worn her old pyjama bottoms for the shoot lol!
Frottage can also be called dry humping, altogether a lot less glamorous…
Yours ever MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Wednesday 18 October 2017
In the last week I have been to Canberra and Melbourne and locally, to Parsley Bay, and also to the country and it’s been a pleasant time though busy and a little mixed too, with recurring flu.
Melbourne is a favourite place. I had planned to visit the National Gallery of Victoria*
to see the exhibition there of prints by the Japanese print maker Hokusai and had bought my ticket on line in advance. I also ended up going to see an exhibition of 70 years of creation by the House of Dior.
(*does anyone else think it’s odd to have a National Gallery _of_ Victoria? I mean it’s a National Gallery of Australia…).
Here is a very splendid gown from the Dior exhibition, designed by John Galliano whose work is the only dress designer’s work I ever instantly recognise – because of the striking audacity of the billowing sculptural forms he created. I have just never get tired of them:
The other exhibition I went to, was of the Hokusai prints. It was beautifully curated, whereas so many exhibitions are dumbed down. This presentation by contrast, was a challenge because the subject matter was rich and the Japanese cultural context always so different. Some of the images have been heavily commercialised over the years, but even so, seeing them “in the flesh”, they didn’t seem old. These well known images include a series of Mt Fuji images, and here is the print of Mt Fuji with lightning:
I tried to take a selfie involving a steamy shower scene before I left Melbourne. The steam had the better of it on this occasion. I will try again in a different hotel room some time in the near future. For the record:
xx MG