I was not alone, and I thank you for that.
Writing is the loneliest profession and the paucity of updates will be your best clue that I have moved on from this self-exposure, this sexual, provocative and overly honest exploration into what made me go, what made me tick, what made me hard, what you wanted to hear me say. I've been exploring the written word and one of the topics, inevitably, will be sex with others.
Those missives will be under another name. It will be up to you (or a casual drunken clue dropped here) to discover where Ryan Pillarsy has moved to in order to keep expressing himself.
And speaking of drunken, I compled a memoir last year about my heavier drinking years. There was a period where - oh, never mind. The book is mostly confessional, part therapy, 9/10ths exhibitionism, rude and politically incorrect. It does not end with going into rehab or seeing the light or 6-month coins or any of that bullshit. The years, for the record, have not ended.
Those of you who appreciated a broken turn of phrase, a thick layer of snark floating under the sharp phrase of truth, and like to see your gentle narrator immolate and embarrass himself will enjoy the tale, an obsessive tumble with impulse and desire that I only do alone - or with people.
Hmm. A lot like this blog has been. It has less sex but is not sex-free, nor is it safe for work. Feel free to buy and comment on Amazon as you do.
