Over the past 9 months of blogging, I have discovered that the worst thing to come from this is that people know what I’m thinking all of the time. Now sure, I could keep some thoughts to myself, and I do, but I still put a lot out there, because otherwise, what is the point? Because of that I get comments, texts, emails and phone calls from my dear friends (that know me in real life) if I’m having a bad day or if people perceive me as sad, mad, etc.
Which to be honest, kind of gets on my nerves.
Blogging helps me process and put my crap out into the Universe. Or as Al says,
I put my stuff ‘on a raft and push it from shore’.
It is a constant purge, so normally I feel better after and no one needs to worry.
Plus, I will just say “I’M NOT OKAY” if I’m not okay. Okay?
Anyway, I am now somewhat wary of putting all my business out therebut I still want to talk about sex. For several reasons.
1. I wrote last week a piece about my son and my fear that he will learn about sex from porn because it is so readily available, for free, on the internet, ipod, and smart phone.
2. At 48 years old, I am finally understanding sex, and what equates good sex and bad sex. Yes, I am a late bloomer.
So, next week will have a sex theme. With any luck I can get some guest posters to chime in with their thoughts and experiences. If you read all my business and know me in real life, none of it is true, not one word. Please do not ask me, I will deny deny deny.
It’s fiction I tell you! Fiction!