A year of journaling and a year of being your favorite provocation. This month marks one year since I decided to transform my fantasies into reality, my desires into art, and my body into living poetry. During this time, I stripped myself not only of fears and constraints, but also, often, of my own clothes. Each post was a piece of my truth and an invitation for you to know me in the layers of my skin and even my soul. From fantasy to the rawest pleasure. I feel freer, stronger, more mine (and even more yours). Today I am your celebration. Happy one year of Victoria's Diary! And may many more come, with essays that are increasingly sensual, daring, and deliciously perverted and intense.