In the last 24 hours, on two separate occasions, I have told two vanilla men that I write ‘a sex blog’ and given them the name of it *.
That’s two vanilla men who I met while going about my business.
That’s two vanilla men who have my real name and phone number.
That’s two vanilla men who can now peek in here (hello R, L… yes, yes, this post is totally about you!).
That’s two more vanilla men than I have ever told EVER EVER EVER (unless my vanilla ex counts… he doesn’t does he? No no, he totally doesn’t)!
The first very unvanilla vanilla man took one look at the name of the blog and *knew* exactly what it was.
The other vanilla man looked bemused at the name.
— “Hmmm… well, I will have to go and have a look then…”
— *laugh* “Yes, yes you will…”
It felt really very strange.
* I might expand on the reasons *why* I told them later… for now suffice it to say that there *was* a reason, I did not blurt it out in a tourettes-like fit without context