i once had a girlfriend who became an ex girlfriend, so i suppose i could have said i have an ex-girlfriend (cause you never really loose an ex-girlfriend, she'll always be an ex-girlfriend, maybe i should celebrate ex-gf anniversaries)
this ex-girlfriend had a blog, a blog i read for much longer than really was healthy or sane, i.e. i kept reading it once she had transitioned to ex-girlfriend status. In this blog she wrote about her sex life with the same graphic bluntness that most people use to describe disgusting things their new babies do that they find fascinating. She'd go on about her varied sexual escapades like a lost fifth Sex in the City character HBO would never have aired. Ironically the last gift i ever gave her was the fucking dvd box set of the show.
Reading her blog for me was a mixture between a voyeuristic thrill and being kicked in the balls by an angry fifth grader, but alas i learned my lesson "don't date girls with sex blogs" and if you do don't let them become ex's and if they do "don't read their fucking blog!"
This all brings me to a question i asked myself, should i or should i not let this blog touch upon, the sometimes interesting, sexy, funny, messy. and occasionally painful, observations on my own sex life? I've always been less exhibitionist and more voyeur, but isn't there an unavoidable exhibitionist streak to any personal blog.
I have little problems talking very bluntly and openly about sex, over coffee, sipping tea, drinking vodka, but in person. I decided that that kind of sexual openness should at least be accompanied by gesticulation and facial expressions.
this ex-girlfriend had a blog, a blog i read for much longer than really was healthy or sane, i.e. i kept reading it once she had transitioned to ex-girlfriend status. In this blog she wrote about her sex life with the same graphic bluntness that most people use to describe disgusting things their new babies do that they find fascinating. She'd go on about her varied sexual escapades like a lost fifth Sex in the City character HBO would never have aired. Ironically the last gift i ever gave her was the fucking dvd box set of the show.
Reading her blog for me was a mixture between a voyeuristic thrill and being kicked in the balls by an angry fifth grader, but alas i learned my lesson "don't date girls with sex blogs" and if you do don't let them become ex's and if they do "don't read their fucking blog!"
This all brings me to a question i asked myself, should i or should i not let this blog touch upon, the sometimes interesting, sexy, funny, messy. and occasionally painful, observations on my own sex life? I've always been less exhibitionist and more voyeur, but isn't there an unavoidable exhibitionist streak to any personal blog.
I have little problems talking very bluntly and openly about sex, over coffee, sipping tea, drinking vodka, but in person. I decided that that kind of sexual openness should at least be accompanied by gesticulation and facial expressions.
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