So I've been more or less away for a couple of weeks, here.
Part of the hiatus was because I simply needed a little break; when writing (or anything) becomes a chore instead of an anticipated event, I find it's because I'm neglecting other areas of my life. It's often wiser for me to take a step back and figure out what in my life needs to be tinkered with to put everything back into balance. Plus a quick mental health break never hurt anyone.
The other part of my absence was because I took a week to visit my dad, down South. I go down every few months to help him out around his house. May is the time of year when he needs his yard cleaned up and his gardens planted, his gutters fixed and drained, and his screens repaired. Then I chauffeur him around on a few errands, and suddenly it's the end of the week. And I am WHIPPED.
But you know. Spending time with an elderly parent is a good thing for everyone.
The plan is to get back on track with some entries this week to catch everyone up on what I've been doing. In the meantime, though, thanks to those of you who peeked your heads into my life while I was absent, and for those with well-wishes, and for those who were kind to me when I was gone. To the guys in Richmond who kept me busy during my precious free time, more thanks. And to the one guy who helped me out when I was temporarily lost on 195 on the way home...well, big thanks to you and your cute little butt. (That'll be forthcoming. Don't worry.)
Let's start back with some easy questions from formspring.me.
What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?
Alligator, I'm pretty sure. It tasted like chicken.
It seems mostly you don't use any lube but spit. Is this artistic license or is that how it happens?
This is how it happens.
Spit is not the most ideal of lubes, but it's not bad. It's 100% adequate. It also has several handy advantages. It gets the job done. It's free. I don't have to pull out of a guy and go hunting around in the drawer of some bedside table to find it. It washes off easily afterward. And I don't run out of it.
Ever wondered what happened to all those nude pics you sent to guys you flirted with? Ever found out if they sent them on to someone else? How would you feel if they did?
I don't perceive much difference between emailing someone nude photos, versus having them see my nude photos on some sex site. They're the same photos. Strangers are looking at them all the time. If it gets me laid, I'm all for it.
I do get upset when I find someone else using my photos as their own—and I've discovered it happening more times than I can really count. But looking at them or collecting them? I don't really care.
Hey, if you don't want them out there, don't take them, and don't entrust them with anyone else.
When in the act, which are your top 3 favorite positions? Are you the top or the bottom? If Versatile you can pick up to 6 ;-)
1. Doggie, with the guy either on his knees, or simply butt-up.
2. Straddling, with the man sitting on my dick.
3. Lying on our sides—an underrated position, but one that's highly intimate.
Where is the best place in new york to meet guys for sex?
Their apartment, I'm thinking?
I've not really cruised anywhere in New York City since I've moved to the area. If anyone has suggestions, I'm always game.
When you are having sex, how important is kissing?
On a scale of 1-100, about a 101.
I've been in long-term fuck-buddy relationships with men who don't kiss, but it doesn't really encourage me to promote them to the first tier of intimacy.
I'll be actively repelled by someone who is a poor-to-mediocre kisser. Squeezing your lips shut and poking out your tongue like a dagger doesn't cut it, guys.