When this blog first began, for its first year or so, it was all sex or relationships that I was writing about. Most of the time, anyhow, as I kept my “personal” writing on another blog. Somewhere along the way, I gave up separating the two.
But as I’m getting into writing my book, something’s got to give. As I said yesterday, I’m pretty sure y’all ain’t read my 4,000 postings on my two blogs, so I’m going to use this opportunity to help you find the ones worth reading on the days when I ain’t got time to write.
I figure that, you know, in a smirky tip of the hat to my efforts, I should at least make the first retro posting about masturbation and self-love. Read More
It took 82 years, but there’s finally a woman who holds the title of Academy Award-winning “Best Director” .
The biggest party in the world shut down a little after 2am Monday morning, as the last revellers in Vancouver staggered out of the downtown core, leaving the wake of their destruction for the hardest-working city clean-up crew ever.
(This is the epilogue to my prologue; written about my 
The Games opened yesterday with the start of what I suspect will persist throughout the Games — agitators doing everything they could to dampen the party.
Valentine’s day looms and I’ve deftly avoided the topic by not posting new stuff lately. Brilliant!
Stop
I’m at the tail-end of a ceremonial shot of Jack Daniels. I’m celebrating.
