My dear readers,
I have a bit of an email backlog. I'm understating the matter. If my pending reply box were constipation, I would've been rushed to the hospital with a ruptured bowel a full eight weeks ago.
It's all because of my move, of course. I started getting backlogged the month before my relocation, as I frantically rushed around trying to organize everything. Then in the weeks after my move, it's taken time for me truly to feel settled, and to have time enough to attend to everything I used to.
I've been trying—trying—to triage the situation. For the last week I've been attempting to reply to all emails pretty much as they come in, so that the black hole of electronic correspondence that is my Yahoo! account won't grow any larger. For those emails that merit longer replies, though, there may be a longer delay. So please. Bear with me. My intention is to get to all my emails, but every time I open up that pending folder and see how crowded it is, I suddenly would be rather doing anything else.
Now, I've told you guys this before. A few times, in fact. After a few flare-ups this week, though, I ask that you keep a few things in mind when writing me:
1) Please don't refrain from writing. Your emails are largely a joy. They're one of the reasons I keep blogging. I love hearing from you guys. But...
2) Please be aware that I may not reply immediately. So...
3) Please don't write a follow-up letter demanding to know why I haven't replied. And especially please don't say stuff like, You must have thought my last letter to you was really boring because you haven't replied. That just makes me sad and a little irritated. And most especially...
4) When I write to tell you that I have an email backlog, please don't lecture me on how to manage my email account, or send me links to more efficient Getting Things Done systems, or scold me on my responsibilities as a net-lebrity, whatever the hell that is. That's not going to inspire me to answer your email more quickly.
All I ask is for a little more patience than usual, for the next couple of weeks. I've had a big upheaval in my life. Thanks.
Okay, let's move away from that topic and get to some of your questions from formspring.me.
What does your own cum taste like?
I think you should give it a try and tell me.
I saw your advice about bottoms with piles and I have a different opinion. I am a bareback bottom, with hemorrhoids. sometimes they bleed. That is often beyond my control, i've run out of characters to respond, how can i send you a longer message?
I'd suggest either continuing the question in another question here, or emailing it to me. The original questioner might learn something from your insights.
What was the last lie you told?
I told a friend I was on the phone with my dad because I didn't feel like saying, "I'm really too lazy to meet up with you this evening."
I'm meeting up with a guy who has a lot more experience than I do. I'm pretty sure I'm going to do something wrong or just look stupid. Should I say this is my 1st time or just kind of fake my way through?
If it's genuinely your first time, say so up front, once. Just once. I'm more inclined to forgive someone ignorance than a deliberate lie about his experience level.
And instead of worrying about doing something wrong or looking stupid, just be cheerful about your activities. Don't apologize; if you're getting frustrated, just ask him nicely to tell you what to do differently so it's happening the way he likes.
You know, even if you were the worst sex in the world for the guy, your first time, it wouldn't be the end of the world. Any sex is better than no sex. Plus you'll have that much more experience for the next time. Everyone's got to start somewhere.
have u ever been to the middle east or south asia?
I have not. Are you inviting me?
Do you sometimes get "nasty-talkin', cigar-smokin', boot-wearin' S.O.B. who likes to dominate and control his bottoms?"
I don't smoke cigars, or anything else. I have a few pairs of boots, but the only ones that get any wear are the snow boots, in winter. I've been called an S.O.B. on occasion.
Nasty-talkin', I can usually handle.
I'm married and have a bi married FB. We are lucky enough to manage a few overnights together and, when we do, we have multiple sessions, cumming between 5 and 8 times before morning. Do you like multiple, super-draining sessions like that?
Those are the kinds of sessions I typically look for, and which many of my partners can attest that I handle with enthusiasm.
It's been a while since I've had an 8-load night, though.
Your beloved brother's an attorney, isn't he? Confess!
I don't know why my brother's occupation has turned into such a guessing game. No, he's not an attorney. Why do you ask that?
You have your fans and self-esteem. Defocus on the fans and share what *you* think your strengths as a writer. Where can you improve? No one is perfect. Ideals vary too much for agreement.
I'm very highly critical of my writing; not a single entry goes by without me critically looking at it to determine what works and what does not. Writing in my blog often leaves me frustrated because it's pretty much first-draft stuff, written in little corners of the day that aren't occupied with my life and my real writing endeavors.
I'm always looking at what works and what doesn't, though, whether it's a change of tense or turn of phrase or the way a post is structured. Then I'll write another post to work on my problem areas.
Often the posts that people seem to respond with most enthusiasm are some of the entries over which I wasn't all that thrilled, myself. And sometimes the posts of which I'm proudest don't make much of an impact. I don't write to pander to an imaginary concept called 'fans.' I write about the things that interest me, and that I want to remember, and that I think are important.
Generally, though, I think I'm good at tapping into areas of common experience and making my own unique encounters seem relatable. I'm glad that I connect with my audience and that I do have people who consider themselves fans, but this blog is not me trying to garner applause. I'm merely posting the sexual entries from my personal journal.