Watkid Sney
Taken with my new camera!
Monday, 12 October
Dear Diary,
This is living! All my insecurities have dissolved into the past. And it's all because of Watkid. When he dresses me in the pig costume and forces me to snuffle — that's how I know I'm alive. He loves pigs. And I love to be a pig. It's never felt so right. Where's the harm? Where's the badness in a butcher man and his pig woman? It's all what we want. I've never liked pigs before, but Watkid made me see it. Man and pig. It's kind of sexy when you put it like that.
Tuesday, 13 October
Dear Diary,
Watkid's so supportive. I'm not fat, I've just got tons of crackling, that's all. Watkid calls me tasty porker. His fatty pig burger. Watkid's chunky swine princess. Oink! It's bliss. Nothing but bliss.
Wednesday, 14 October
Dear Diary,
Watkid is too much. He makes me laugh by wearing pig parts and larking around. He once put on lungs as a hat. I laughed so much I nearly chucked up my picnic egg. He does 'kidney eyes' and made a belt out of tripe. He should be on the TV.
Thursday, 15 October
Dear Diary,
I love it when he calls me 'Porky pig parts'. Am I falling in love? He knows how to woo, always flattering me with flamboyant offal and showing off his chops. Is this it? I'm ready. He just has to ask.
Friday, 16 October
Dear Diary,
Oh God! I'm very frightened. I happened to see it in his journal. I know I shouldn't have. Terrible recipes for a human pig pie. I'm not even sure anymore if he's an actual butcher. I think it's just a coat. I know I love him, but what do I do now? I didn't mean to pry. What do I do?