| Recently I found myself at an after party. It was rather select, and in the past I've watched as my friends headed off to this location while I convinced myself that I wasn't bothered.
A lot of the parties that happen around me are rather, err, full on, shall we say. And as a friend once pointed out to me I'm a niche, I'm not everyone's cup of tea. Which for the hard of thinking, is another way of saying that not everyone wants to f*ck me.
Ridiculous as it may sound I'm also quite shy. I want my intimate moments to be, well... intimate. They're not for public consumption.
Imagine my surprise when I finally realised that coy and undesirable are not the qualities that most people look for when inviting guests to their parties!
Just to complicate things a touch more, I'm also very aware that over the years my perspective has broadened to a frightening extent. These days I hardly notice what once would have had me stammering and blushing.
| I've never seen my wife give a trannie a blow job
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For example, not that long ago a guy said to me "I've never seen my wife give a trannie a blow job?". His rather beautiful wife and I both told him where to go. He capitulated a bit, and asked if we'd at least kiss while he watched. At that point we explained that we'd already been there, done that. The point being that we didn't do shows, not for him, not for anyone.
Anyway! The after party was at the home of someone I respect. And he said he'd read this blog, and he said "blog more! More stream of conciousness stuff. That works...".
So here you go... guess this is chapter one...
A lot of stuffs happening in my life at the moment, but if I leave it too long before I write it up, it becomes bland and pointless. I need to try and get in the habit of writing when its raw and real. Otherwise its meaningless.
This is my attempt at saying I'm going to try.
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