I'm here to expose my inner-most musings on sexuality, personhood, how we negotiate and develop our personal kinks and how we quench or suppress our desires. This is a semi-autobiographical, confessional, and literate discussion. Not click-bait.
Perhaps the furor has died down.
I know the blogger platform is fading from favor. I also suspect these sexual confessionals by many other writers and amateurs that I love so much when I find them are never really in danger of being found out by the larger population.
I guess this from the numbers I get on other places, in which I post photographic artifacts. 100s of strangers finding you, but nothing to suggest your neighbors are watching.
I'm a creature of habit. I love attention. It thrills and heartens me to know people are reading my words about what it's like to discover masturbation, my obsession with butts or a certain flavor of pussy, my flirtations with books or glasses or parks or homosexual imagery and behavior (more of that on a later post), etc. I've been playing with exhibitionism online and this blog is an adjunct to that illicit thrill.
We like to be noticed not just for what we do in pubic, but for our secret personalities and thoughts, which are often closer to who we really are. What's visible and what is kept private? Can I make my private life more visible and acceptable as a topic of thought?
Maintaining a blog such as this has always walked a line between remaining hidden and anonymous, and wanting to be open, daring, transparent. I am elsewhere on the internet and you could find me if you were lucky. But hell, you can find me here again. And why not? I am who I am.
That's me in picture in my natural posture. Wanting to show you more, but cautious to only go part way. But still pushing the boundaries.
I hope it's nice to have me back.
