It’s Nice To Remin-Ice

It’s been over a year since I’ve started this blog. Did you know that? It’s funny, but in some ways it feels as if it’s only just a few months old. I know that’s a cliché, but it’s really true. Though, to be fair, that may be because I’ve got a terrible memory. I even had to ask my SJ, the other day, what month it is. Is it my fault that it feels Christmassy? No! And, in other ways, it seems longer. Far, far longer. Whenever I forget to think up a good subject, and trawl the internet for the tiniest snippet of information that will cause my thought-box go flying with wild thoughts.

But I thought I’d take time away, to look back on my time here. And, no, I’m not using the one year anniversary thing as an excuse to not think up a new subject for a blog post. Well, not much. In the beginning, I didn’t want to do it. Okay, that’s not exactly true. I did want to. I thought it would be cool to be a blogger. There were problems, however. For a start, I didn’t even know how to write a blog! I’d read one or two friend’s blogs, but that was about it. I didn’t think I could do it. But, with no less than three women … persuading me to take up the position. I gave in. Secretly, I was pleased, but a lot less secretly, I was bricking it. I could have made a house with all of those bricks.

As I look back (wondering just how many pages I’ve written. Marvelling that it’s more than one) I can’t help but smile at my writing. I was rather long-winded, including personal stories that had a very tenuous connection, at best, to the subject I was supposed to be talking about. For example, I Wandered, Pondered, As Lonely As A Cow, begins with my talking about a slight accident, where a group of friends (I may have been one of them) wandering around a farm, lost, in the dark. And what was it about? Fucked if I know. I think it was about a thread where members could post tidbits from upcoming stories. I also seem to remember writing about using some bubble bath, but then not realising I’d run out, and then pouring into my bath some mouthwash instead. I suppose I should explain the name. It’s an homage to poem. Yes, I’ve read a poem. Try not to be so surprised! But I’ll not say which poem. Make it a little competition. Yes, I’m making it a competition because I’ve forgotten the name of the original poem. What of it?

Those were quite heady early days. I would ramble on and on, with no real end in sight, about things of in-consequence. I did happen to bare quite a bit of myself, though. Regaling you, my kinky readers, with rather embarrassing stories. And, on one occasion, baring my bare bum. All in the name of prostate cancer awareness. I’m surprised I wasn’t kicked out, after that. Perhaps my behind isn’t all that impressive? But the idea of anal play is one that’s stuck with me, and has been a recurring theme throughout the entire blog. Not just men’s anal health, as I expanded upon recently in Jingle Balls, but sex play, too. For me, it’s just another way of gaining pleasure, and not really all that terrible. So I champion it, on here, in the hopes that others will stop thinking of it as a gay-guy thing.

Though, speaking of gay issues, I am reminded of another duology of posts that I’d written recently. Let’s Get Married … (part one) and Let’s Get Married … (part two) delves into the rather inflammatory subject of gay marriage. Usually, I prefer to be as level-headed and impartial as possible, but in those I couldn’t resist. I embraced the snark. And embraced google images, too. Previously, I’d not included images so much, because I’m quite useless at searching for things, but on that occasion it turned out to be very useful, and I was very pleased with the results. Make no mistake, though, just a simply search query can provide some freaky deaky results:

I dare you to guess what I used as my search query. Go on. I dare you.

One of the greater pleasure I have in doing this blog is the Blog of the Month post. Which means I get to look at other naked women and not feel guilty! Not that I enjoy it. Or like it. I – I have only one female body that I need, want and desire, and as such I’ve no need to look at other women. Still, it is nice …

And there are quite a few blogs that are like that. To name them all would be far too time consuming, and I’m busy looking at naked ladies. But there is one that I should point out. My Dyke In Shining Armour is the first, and indeed only, one to actually have an interview with the blogger. I love interviews (or rather, I enjoy interviews without the actual blogger there!). I love getting other people’s perspectives on their writing, yet I’m terrible at actually setting it up, so more often than not I’m left without such insider knowledge. But that doesn’t stop me from conducting interviews! In This Could Get Sticky, I interview not the author, but one of the characters, instead. Yep. I’m a maverick, that way. It was so very good, for I didn’t have to ask anyone else to join me and very rudely speak for themselves. Honestly, must people do that? Alas, people must.

My penchant for textual conversations doesn’t end there. Apart from one interview I conduct with Molly and her now husband, Signs, on long distance relationships, I also conduct a rather terrible chat between two cyberers, in How To Not Pop Your Cyber Cherry. Looking back, the most fun I have is doing those sorts of posts. There’s just something so bare about them. So naked and to the point, which is quite appealing to one who is often quite terse and laconic with his replies. But that’s not to say that I don’t like to think on things. Absolutely not. As I look back and see all of my posts – and note some of the passing fads that stayed and went; like saying ‘y’all’. Seriously. Brits should not say y’all, y’all. It sounds great in an American accent, especially a lovely southern accent which often makes me swoon (in a manly fashion), but with mine it just sounds I’ve been watching too many Westerns. It’s on a par with southern Brits called people ‘luv’. Too, there was my hot dickety phase, and my monkey nuts phase, and my making up rhyme phase – which is probably best left dead! Then, there was the post with the Male Masturbatory Instruction Manual, and the Story of the Month post, Let Them Eat Cake From My Nipples, where I draw comparisons of Zena’s story with the Babe film, and Tom Selleck. But, really, it makes my favourite list simply because of Tom Selleck. And that glorious moustache. After all, it is Movember. But for him? Every month is Movember. 

But I do like to think on things. Words in particular. Like my The Vanilla, The Neapolitan And The Kinky post, where I think about the different definitions of each one, prompting me to realise that they are, on their own, too limiting, and thus inaccurate. Which then prompted me to make up a few words of my own. Which I’ve forgotten. Oops.

For When Epic Fail Isn't Enough.

It has been a marvellous road that I’ve travelled, with this blog. I hope, too, that I can continue down it for a long time to come. I want to thank everyone who has helped me on this here blog. The behind the scenes people, like Molly and Jules, and Zena for stepping in when I had to take leave, and to everyone else whom I’ve neglected to mention (it doesn’t mean you’re no less important. It just means I don’t like you). But most of all I want to thank you, my dear, kinky readers for listening to my rambles week after week, after what? 57 posts? Who’s up for another 57?

Thanks!

 

This is JV – signing off.

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