A Bad Man in a Bad Place

I don’t have anything more to say right now.

I don’t really feel like keeping up this blog at this point. I don’t know what to do with the domain here - I’d considered selling it but I’m concerned about what someone might do with the site.

I’m open to suggestions and offers.

It’s been a pleasure writing for you, I’ve appreciated your input and suggestions over the years. Now, for a time at least, it’s time to go it alone.

UPDATE: I have deleted my flickr account and tumblr blog, too. This has been a wonderful experience for me, I’ve met some very interesting and lovely people, honed my writing skills, and indulged my fantasies. This site has allowed me to grow, to change, and to face the world in ways that I never was able to previously.

However - I’d gotten mired in it all and there is too much else in my life to stick with this site or this identity. I don’t know what I’m going to do with the domain, as I said above, but don’t expect any more blog posts here.

This is simply a repost of what the always sexy Marcelle just posted. I owe Z a debt of gratitude for help she gave me last year, and as such, I feel honor bound to pass this along. If $1,000 is raised by my readers, I will post a shot of myself topless. If you donate, email me with the amount you’ve donated and I’ll keep a running tally.

Want to see your favorite bloggers topless and otherwise undressed? Of course you do. And now you can, for a good cause.

The ever-resourceful Cake has created a fundraiser; see details at Indiscretion, weblog of the brilliant Marianne.

Basically, this is a fundraiser for our friend Z, of The Naked Truth. Everyone falls on hard times, and recently it’s happened to Z. Our goal is to raise $3000 to help her out. I’ve already donated what I could, as have several others. If we meet our goal, some of the sexiest bloggers on the web have agreed to bare their naughty parts. And you get to see them.

I promised Marianne that I’d make an announcement on my blog. After all, she and Z have both been great mentors to me in life, love and blogging. So get out there and donate, by clicking on this link! We’re still a long way from our goal. And if we make it, I just might run a little matching funds program of my own on Sexegesis, by treating my readers to some naughty pics myself. So, how’s that for an extra incentive?

Seriously. At the very least, go check out Z’s site. She’s great. Once you’ve read her, I know you’ll want to help. (If for no other reason than to see the free porn!)

Love to all,
Marcelle

Now, while I assume that my readers alone won’t raise $1,000, hopefully, all of us together can make a difference. And who knows, my readers are some of the best in the world, so we might just see the topless picture of me after all…

Cancelled my account there.  I really don’t like their privacy policy and I really don’t like their new “friends you may know” functionality.To all of you that made friends with me, I appreciate it.To those of you that thought of doing so but didn’t, here’s an opportunity to just email me instead.  It’s ok - I don’t bite.  Well, not in ways you won’t like, anyway. 

Dear Readers - I promise you a post very soon.  This is the video that triggered it.  In the meantime, I’m rolling along over on Tumblr.    

I told The Writer just now - “If my ego had a vagina, I’d totally fuck it. Hello? I’m a Leo and a narcissist.”

“Do you know what that means? That means your masturbatory, self congratulatory, and your attitude is a pointless exercise in jerking off.”

“Tell me more about me, please?” I think if she’d been sitting closer to me, she might have hit me.

UPDATE:

“I just think you’re a pompous A-Hole sometimes.”

“Yes, but I’m cute!”

“You are, and you better be glad I think so” she scolded.

This is amazing to me. Years ago I got into an argument with a handful of women about whether facials were erotic and whether women could like getting cum in the face.

Amateur self shots are very popular on the web and I thought it only fitting to add the amateurnut.com twist to self shots. We’ve compiled a large collection of self shot facial pics for all you facial lovers out there.

If they’re fake, ok, that’s one thing. But if they’re real, has there been a sudden shift in sexual tastes?

That’s what I’ve realized - I’ve been surfing a lot of amateur porn these days, partly looking for people I know and partly because I find it much much hotter than the stuff that LA puts out. I don’t want music in my porn, I don’t want outsized cocks and fake breasts, I want real people, or someone that looks like them, fucking in real ways.

The volume of amateur porn is staggering. I rarely see the same person twice, with the obvious exception of Heather Brooke which was, or perhaps wasn’t, amateur. Certainly isn’t now.

Two thoughts.

First, I’ve reached porn saturation. I’m sure this goes away but just the 2-d image of a naked woman or six women fucking ten guys or anything like that really isn’t doing it for me right now.

Second, I realized that I shouldn’t be surprised at the volume of amateur porn. Everyone wants to be sexy - it’s a biological imperative - fight, flight, f-sex. Not everyone wants to share that fact with the world, but everyone wants to be seen as sexy. Something for me to ponder.

Wow. Barney Frank has both gravitas and my respect for the following line:

“I try very hard never to break any law I voted for.” I can respect a politician like that.

After the jump, the Youtube video that I’m referring to. Take it for whatever it’s worth.

Much of the rest of it is about prostitution, and Bill Maher gives push-back on the concept that all prostitutes are part of the Human Trafficking horrors. I want a bumper sticker that says “she didn’t want to work 40 hours a week at KFC when she could spend 10 minutes blowing Colonel Sanders.” A fine point. Legalization would help to help normalize prices - driving them down, take sex workers out of “hiding,” and have positive public health consequences. Why is this still illegal?

As things stand, with a very small exception (the de minimis possibility of being arrested for high-end escort work) women are economically rewarded for illegal sex work. If women can apparently charge $5000/night for sex - how is that not a reward for breaking the law? This one has never made sense to me, perhaps some of you could shed light on it?

As George Carlin famously said: Selling is legal, Fucking is legal, why isn’t selling fucking legal?

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New York’s auto show has some serious Booth Babes. (Via Instapundit)

With regard to my Tumblr blog, for which I have been taking some flack, I’d like to put the following out there:

I am a straight guy. These are the things that turn me on. If they don’t turn you on, or you don’t find them sexy, feel free to look elsewhere.

I spent too much time in the sex blogging community and it warped me a bit. I started to question my own sexuality, what I liked and disliked, in a very “umm, maybe I’m doing it wrong?” sort of way. Then I realized that I was letting other people dictate what I should and shouldn’t like to me, and that’s just silly. So long as the boundaries of good taste are respected, and bad taste so long as it’s consensual, what gets me off is what gets me off. Calico said it best when she said:

Our rules should give us permission to live. It’s easy to forget that we are who feminism is trying to save.

Clearly, that’s not about me because as a member of the patriarchy I should have no rights (just kidding, and you know who you are that I’m teasing…) but what’s good for the gander should be good for the goose - I shouldn’t have to apologize for the fact that FFM is hot to me, and I like women that are skinny, as MMF is not hot to me, and I also like women that are Zaftig. I like blowjobs and rough blowjobs, I’ve got a sadistic streak and virtually no masochistic streak. I am me and what I like, and my Tumblr reflects what I like.

It also reflects where I’m at about blogging right now. I’m having pornstar quality sex right now in rockstar quantities. If you can imagine something a boy would like to do with a girl, I’ve been doing it. I haven’t been interested in describing it because, as Lily pointed out:

“I too, if I may mention myself, have always known that my destiny was, above all, a literary destiny—that bad things ings and some good things would happen to me, but that, in the long run, all of it would be converted into words. Particularly the bad things, since happiness does not need to be transformed: happiness is its own end.” (Jorge Luis Borges.) That is, it’s kinda difficult to write when you’re happy.

So True. For those of you that have been worried about me, thank you for your emails. For those that complain about my Tumblr blog, I propose you get your own and then email me the link and I’ll link to it from mine. It’s a fun way to kill a few hours. Finally, to the rest of you, I hope you’re doing well. Comments always appreciated. Comments on the archives are still open and will be for the foreseeable future. If you want to discuss things that happened in the past or comment on concepts discussed in the past, that’s open and available to you too.

I miss you all, but I don’t have much to say about it right now.

Also, still looking for an intern. Always will be, I think, since nobody who replied is local, with the exception of one person, and she thought it was a paid position.