Merry Christmas! Happy New Year!
I can't imagine you don't have some idle curiosity as to why the blog's suddenly gone all covert. My own fault. I was trawling around my list of blogs, and popped into my daughter's, left a comment, and only after the comment appeared did it dawn on my I was signed in with this account.
I have another, family-friendly account. THIS one is mine. Now, I can't think of a single thing I've written here that would offend the girl, but the point is, I want to be free to do so, should the need arise. I do not want to be censoring myself in this place, looking over my shoulder for the sensibilities of my near and very dear.
I emailed her immediately, of course. (Well, immediately after I made this place private. Which took all of 2.5 minutes.) She said not to worry, she had private spaces, too, and quite understood. However, she is only human and I am realistic. I do not believe for one second that faced with the ongoing temptation to get a peek into mum's private world, she wouldn't do that. I know I certainly would, were our positions reversed. I might resist for a time, I might not resist at all, but inevitably I would be in there, snooping about.
Hence the quick vanishment.
Not to fear. It is temporary. I figure a month or two. Let her try to find it a couple of times and then lose sight of the project.
Okay, so that's that. What I REALLY came here to tell you all about is my newest writing venture!
Another contract, this one even more fun than that wedding place. Check me out over at my very own twice-a-week paid blogging gig. Topic? Women's sex and sexuality. So far I've talked about talking about it, about ebb-and-flow sex drives, Global Orgasm Day, illegal vibrators, and most recently, the boredom that is porn. Fun, no?
Well, I think so. Pop over, take a gander, leave a comment if you wish. Then pop back here and tell me what you think. And if you have any brilliant ideas for post ideas, send me an email. You know where to find me.
I can't imagine you don't have some idle curiosity as to why the blog's suddenly gone all covert. My own fault. I was trawling around my list of blogs, and popped into my daughter's, left a comment, and only after the comment appeared did it dawn on my I was signed in with this account.
I have another, family-friendly account. THIS one is mine. Now, I can't think of a single thing I've written here that would offend the girl, but the point is, I want to be free to do so, should the need arise. I do not want to be censoring myself in this place, looking over my shoulder for the sensibilities of my near and very dear.
I emailed her immediately, of course. (Well, immediately after I made this place private. Which took all of 2.5 minutes.) She said not to worry, she had private spaces, too, and quite understood. However, she is only human and I am realistic. I do not believe for one second that faced with the ongoing temptation to get a peek into mum's private world, she wouldn't do that. I know I certainly would, were our positions reversed. I might resist for a time, I might not resist at all, but inevitably I would be in there, snooping about.
Hence the quick vanishment.
Not to fear. It is temporary. I figure a month or two. Let her try to find it a couple of times and then lose sight of the project.
Okay, so that's that. What I REALLY came here to tell you all about is my newest writing venture!
Another contract, this one even more fun than that wedding place. Check me out over at my very own twice-a-week paid blogging gig. Topic? Women's sex and sexuality. So far I've talked about talking about it, about ebb-and-flow sex drives, Global Orgasm Day, illegal vibrators, and most recently, the boredom that is porn. Fun, no?
Well, I think so. Pop over, take a gander, leave a comment if you wish. Then pop back here and tell me what you think. And if you have any brilliant ideas for post ideas, send me an email. You know where to find me.
Labels: children, hear me roar, pearls of wisdom, sex
posted by irreverentmama at
6:38 a.m.
3 Comments:
Very interesting Ilona, but I don't have a lot of use for illegal vibrators! You do write beautifully though. x
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Unknown, at 2:51 p.m.
Why, thank you, John!
But maybe you could use a Bananaguard?
(Illegal. Farcical, isn't it? And it's not something archaic, on the books that no one pays attention to: Alabama went to the Supreme Court only last year or the year before, fighting to keep the sale of them illegal. AND they won. What goes on in peoples' heads, I ask you...)
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irreverentmama, at 4:18 p.m.
Happy New Year IM! Understand completely keeping it closed. My kids are just starting to explore the web, and I certainly don't want them looking at my blog!
Ah the days when vibrators where sold as "personal massagers". I thought we were beyond that!
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The Boy, at 10:06 a.m.
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