This is my 600th post on this blog. I feel like I should mark the occasion in some way, but sadly there is nothing of interest to report. Certainly not to Valleywag, anyway. Perhaps my new moniker should be that I am a "resting" sex diarist? Or who is just very busy licking purple, plastic, ice cubes…I’ve recently discovered that the documentary about me is being repeated on TV today and
It might have been more than two years since I lost my anonymity but I still get a little thrown when someone I’ve never met before greets me by saying, "Oh I know who you are, I’ve been reading your blog from the early days," and then mentions a memorable post from way back that they particularly enjoyed reading. Knowing the exact post they reference, I then blush and mumble and revert to a
Sometimes I hate being skilled in reading people’s body language. I often wish I could look at a person’s interaction with completely fresh eyes, and not be able to interpret their interest, or otherwise, in me. It would be so nice to spend time with someone and wonder what their tapping foot meant; or their averted gaze; or the micro-expression produced with the quick downward turn of their
As you may have noticed (or not), after more than four and a half years, there’s finally a new look to the blog, courtesy of the genius that is Gordon, who, lovely person that he is, has put up with my various - and multiple - demands for many weeks now. I think he’s done a fabulous job; I love the design. And it’s about 3 gazillion times better than I would have managed, had my inept,
Recently I was introduced to a concept that really resonated with me. Whatley describes his philosophy* as the ‘Five Projections of Love’:“The five projections of love are touch, time, words, actions and presents. Every single act of love can be defined by one of the above. We all like all five, all of us do… in varying ways. But on average, we each tend to favour two or three over the others…the
Me: Is it too flirtatious?Badman: No. It’s aggressive.Me: Fuck. Really? Bugger.Badman: You’re the big bad Sex Blogress. You have no idea the impact you have on people. Even though you and I know you’re just a girl.Me: Oh Christ. I’m stuck, I really am.Badman: You’re not stuck, you’re being neurotic. Snap out of it.Me: Sorry, I can’t help it.…Badman: Subtlety. You need subtlety.Me: Jesus, I am so
Earlier this year I spoke on a panel, Sexual Privacy Online at South By Southwest Interactive in Austin, Texas. I enjoyed the experience so much (both the debate and also the festival) that I’ve now submitted my own panel, Bloggers: You’re Fired! for next year’s event.This is where you come in: all panels get voted on by the public and then the SXSWi committee and staff, so the more votes my
I’m not usually one for memes but I’m making an exception for this, because I found Troubled Diva’s replies so interesting I felt compelled to add my own in the hope that others might enjoy them too. Plus, of course, I’m always up for bashing out a quick one.Here goes:1. My uncle once: used to be friends with Arnold Schwarzenegger. The stories I could tell… (But won’t: I’m not risking a libel
I met someone when I was in New York last month. Sweet, funny, and with a wicked laugh: I liked him instantly. Not to mention, of course, his boyish good looks, sparkly eyes and forest-like chest hair; they also had an effect on me. I’ve been known to be shallow at times, and god was he handsome; he oozed sexiness from his every pore. But even given his sex appeal, it was his warmth, charm and
I was trying to think of a way to write something here, without, actually, you know, divulging anything; not saying anything that could be misinterpreted, taken too seriously, or, worse, make me sound like the neurotic twat that I really am.Sometimes I look back at the archives here and cringe; but it’s the emotional vulnerability I‘ve shared that embarrasses me far more than the sexual