If you’re an email subscriber, you shouldn’t have to do anything different. I should still be delivered straight to your box every time I publish a new post (I know, I’m sorry, I just can’t help it).
If you follow me through WordPress, meaning that yes, you too may get an email saying that there’s something new on the blog, but you can also find me through your WordPress reader, well, that’s a different story.
Yes, I’ll still show up in your reader, but now you won’t get an email notification of my posts. If you’d like to get an email, just put your email address in the box on my sidebar and subscribe again.
Well, I’d love to stay and chat, y’all, but M… he’s talking about some rope play tonight, so I better get moving.
Here’s to a year well spent, well loved and well fucked.
And here’s a few thoughts as we head into the new year…
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.
Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man.
I believe 2015 is going to be a great year.
Here’s to you, my friends, for being there, listening, sharing and growing with myself and others in our blogging community. Props to you!
On Friday, I celebrated yet another birthday, my 34th. And as I hate to see November go by without a post here on LSAM, you’re going to be subjected to 34 pieces of utter randomness.
Sorry for your luck.
I’m a crazy bitch. I sat here, ranting and raving about building a community and how I felt it was lacking, and blah, blah, blah. And then I disappear for almost 6 weeks. Say it with me folks. Crazy Bitch.
I think 34 sounds sexier than 33. I think I have a thing for even numbers.
Pay attention tomorrow. My good buddy Accidental is hosting a Guess the Blogger, which is always uber fun. I may not have posted in forever, but I am participating. See if you can figure out who I am… *wink*wink*
I just got my official writing portfolio site up, and shit, fuck, damn. WordPress.org is not quite the same as WordPress.com. I thought it would be a breeze, but fuck, it took me a solid 10 hours just to figure out how to use the theme I picked.
Tomorrow it will be four months since I’ve quit my day job. Although I’m broke as a joke, I’m happier than I have ever been.
Cortisol is a bitch. My stress levels were crazy high at my day job. Since quitting, I have not changed my diet or exercise routine (lack there of), but I’ve dropped a solid 15 pounds and two pants sizes. That’s what stress does to you.
I’ve learned that living on less is way more satisfying that always trying to get more.
This is your life. The only one you’ve got. You need to start living it.
Stuff does not make you happy. People, experiences and memories have a much greater impact.
34 spanks, which is what I received on Friday night, did not quite seem like enough.
The Candy Crush gods hate me.
I’ve started to try my hand at raising rabbits for meat. If you ever buy rabbits, especially from a young Amish boy named Vernon, always sex them yourself.
Pretty soon, I expect I’m going to have some little inbreed bunnies. Apparently Vernon does not know what a rabbit dick looks like.
Apple cider vinegar is a natural cure all.
When you have a friend that’s a soul mate, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve gone without talking, it’s like they were never gone.
On that same note, it doesn’t matter how well you know someone, they can still surprise the shit out of you.
I signed a book deal for a beginner’s book on blogging. Unfortunately, this is my only blog and I can’t really reference it.
I have a gig that doesn’t allow me to use contractions. How fucking weird is that? It’s one of the most difficult things to do while writing.
You want to know the secrets to great SEO…? Regular, consistent, quality content.
When you are four, you never need to sleep. That’s what my four year old says.
Sometimes, past hobbies sneak out of the recesses to be enjoyed again.
I’m afraid that this is my sexual peak, and that my libido and sexual responsiveness are going to plummet in the future.
I have a love/hate relationship with my Hitachi.
And my boobs.
Once you fuck things up, sometimes it seems impossible to fix them.
Success is personal.
Flossing is very important. I’ve learned this the hard way.
I believe in evolution, natural selection and science. God if I’m grieving, scared or pregnant.
I still believe in Santa.
I don’t believe in the Oxford comma.
Self-hosting is not all it’s cracked up to be. Not saying I’m not going there, but sometimes it’s nice to only have to worry about getting the words on the page.
Apparently 34 is old. I almost threw my back out today from coughing.
Even with stretch marks, a few grey hairs and crow’s feet spring up around my eyes, I’ve never felt sexier and healthier than I do now at 34. Here’s to hoping it only gets better.
So the game “Never Have I Ever…” won by a long shot in my poll from earlier this week. For those of you that don’t know, Never have I ever is a drinking game. You go around and one person states something they have never done and if you have done it, you drink.
Well, of course it’s got to be modified for the blogging community, so I’m going to take some advice from Accidental (lots of shout outs to you lately my friend) and I think this is how we’re going to play this game.
Starting now and going until next Thursday, anyone who wants to play should email me something that they have never done, but would like to do. Give a little bit of detail so if multiple people have never done the same thing, there will be enough to make each entry different. I’ll post the game next Friday and leave it up over the weekend, with the game ending on Monday at noon, EST.
So, just as a recap. You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org anytime between now and next Thursday with a little snippet of something you have never done but would like to do. On Friday, I’ll post all the “never haves” along with a list of bloggers who’ve participated. Guess can be made in the comments.
Sound doable? I hope so!
Without further ado, let the games begin!
**On a side note, is there interest in doing a guess the blogger with pics like we used to?**
Hey y’all. I know I’ve been a ghost around here, but I’m working on transitioning my life from a “9-to-5-cubicle-timeclock-punching” one to a freelance-writer kind of one. I’ve got 6 weeks to get everything in order before it’s official and I feel as though I’m scrambling and spinning in too many directions.
Anyway, part of my transition includes life here at LSAM and I’m doing some backend work as we speak. I’m at the point that I’m ready to purchase a url (if you remember my frustration a few months back) and I need your opinion.
If you follow closely, you already know that lovesexandmarriage(dot)com is outrageously expensive and well-beyond my means. I did email the company and offered them a low-ball offer of a $100, but they simply dropped the price $100 for me. Sorry, still can’t afford that 2K price tag.
So I’ve come to terms that I’ve got to change my brand a bit. And this is where I need your help.
I can go with a number of options and want to know what you think is best.
If you have another idea, please post it in the comments.
And thank you, dear reader, for not only reading and following along, but for your assistance with this transition.
When I first decided I wanted to venture into the world of Sex Blogging, I did a bit of research and a lot of googling. I remember coming across Between My Sheets and Rori’s Top Sex Blogger list and thinking how amazing it would be to someday be on that list.
Well, thanks to you my lovely followers, I’ve now been on it for my second year in a row! And I’ve moved up to spot #24! Woo-hoo!
And while this list has no real consequence, it’s nice to be on. It’s an honor. Truly.
Time to celebrate, so grab a glass of wine, bottle of beer, fifth of whiskey, whatever your poison, and raise it in the air:
Here’s to Honor,
And if you can’t cum in her,
Cum on her!
If you’re interested (and you should be in my humble opinion), go check out Rori’s list and find yourself a few new people to follow!