I wrote something somewhere else that isn’t here. It’s about sexual orientation in the Whoniverse’s 51st Century, and how it’s kind of moderately wack even though it seems amazingly cool. Or something. If you’d like to read it, head over to Doctor Her, the feminist Doctor Who blog!
Things I don’t want the government to have the power to control (a random sampling of a much, much longer list):
If we let them seize the internet, they’ll never give it back. And you just know they’ll end up coming for the porn eventually. U.S. citizens, if you’re against blacklist legislation, please contact your representatives and let them know that SOPA/PIPA are some bullshit.
Two bloggity developments in the past week:
My two-year blogiversary happened! Coincidentally, two is also the number of nipples I have! In honor of this I forgot about it and wrote about the palliative powers of sex. Still, two whole fucking years of writing about lechery for gawkers and perverts.
Let me tell you, it’s been awesome. I sometimes say that I have the greatest readers, and it bears repeating. The comments I get are basically the exact opposite of the type you commonly find on youtube: they’re witty, intelligent, thoughtful, and considerate. And the confessions are, if possible, even better.
I heart you guys. Hard.
The second thing is that Rori’s Top 100 Sex Bloggers List went up this week on Between My Sheets, and quizzical pussy is ranked number nine! Be sure to go check out the whole thing. There’s a lot of sexy on that list.
Have a favorite sex blog? Or four? You can nominate them here at Between My Sheets for a place on the 100 Sexiest Bloggers of 2011 List. Because excellent smutmongering should never go unrewarded.
P.S. Nominating your favorite sex blogger/s also enters you for a chance to win free stuff, so check it out if you’re into free sex toys and bondage rope and other erotic sundries!
Here’s an awesome thing: Quizzical Pussy was recently reviewed on Jane’sGuide (scroll down a bit to see)! As a longtime fan of Jane’sGuide, I was geeked. And nervous. And geeked.
Turns out we’re one of reviewer Vamp’s personal picks (that’s the thumbs up icon) and we earned the coveted “Original & Quality” badge! I say “we” because this site wouldn’t be what it is today without reader-submitted content in the form of anonymous confessions and comments. You guys are awesome, and you make this blog so much fun for me!
Thanks to Vamp Ire for the great review!
So, um hey, blog. You got a minute?
I realize I’ve been kind of a wrapped-up-in-my-own stuff asshole lately. I just wanted to let you know that I still care about you. You’re still special to me and the thrill is definitely not gone. Not really. I’ve been feeling burnt-out (not on writing or sex; on life) and depressed and physically weak lately, and I feel even more the exact opposite of sexy than usual. I’ve been figuring, what can I say about sex that’s worthwhile to myself or anyone?
But I miss you. I’ve been neglecting you, big-time. And that’s not fair, especially when you’re always there for me with all my shit. I have tons of ideas for things I want to do with you: posts and projects and experiments… things I’ve scribbled on post-it notes before hobbling back to bed to let you sit alone another day.
I’m going to make more of an effort. I never stopped being yours. You’re my absolute favorite place to type dirty things, and I don’t say that to just anyone. I’m getting it together, blog. Don’t you forget about me.
If you’re Christmas-observant, I hope you’re having an enchanting holiday with people you love. And pie. There should be pie.
If fact, whatever you’re celebrating, I hope there’s pie! Pie and orgasms. Orgasms and pie.
Happy wintertime holidays, everyone.
I’m not a big Thanksgiving person. It seems a holiday devoted entirely to food, and if we’re going to have one of those shouldn’t the food in question be sushi or pizza or homemade macaroni and cheese? Turkey isn’t really my cup of tea until it’s thin-sliced onto exceptionally delicious fresh-baked bread with a generous application of cheese and honeycup mustard. And I’m on a fuckload of dietary restrictions, so I can’t have anything else that’s on the traditional Thanksgiving table.
What I can do is what I do at Every. Single. Family holiday gathering: listen to my extended family rave about how beautiful and successful and amazing my siblings are. To me they’ll be more like “Why are you still sick? This is booooooooring,” and “Guess you’re not going to end up having much of a career any time soon, now are you? Or be pretty.”
Or I could stay home and make myself a steak with a side of quinoa, bake an apple for desert, watch some Dr. Who in bed afterward, and be truly, truly thankful for the people and things who make my life better because they’re in it. I’m looking at you, Laramy: you make me smile every single day, and I love you metric tons. And my friends, who are the awesomest, sexiest, smartest people I have ever lucked into meeting, and yet they still talk to me, the silliest. And my internet peeps, who literally keep me sane and make me think even on my worst days. I’m thankful for you, not so much turkey.
I wonder which of these options I shall choose?
I will also masturbate, because I want to deserve to keep calling it Wanksgiving, and because I’m not quite as awesome as Holly, who is living the motherfucking dream.
…a horny, silly, absurd, sex-blogging causeOKAY IT’S ME. GOD.
With the winter holidays coming up and all the gift-buying shenanigans that ensue, I’d like to take a moment of your time to talk about meeeeee! Yeah, sorry.
As you may know, I’m chronically ill and disabled to the point where it’s tough to function normally day-to-day, which pretty much Hulksmashes my earning potential down to negligible. At the same time, my medical bills are pretty significant. Significantly terrifying.
I’ve never felt right about putting a tip jar or wishlist on my site. They’re a great idea for a lot of bloggers, but I just don’t think they’re for me right now.
But I have signed up for a few affiliate accounts with online retailers because I feel like they’re win-win, and possibly other wins as well. If you’re going to buy something you want anyway (win), and simply use a link from here, you’ll be extending support to me and my site (win) without spending any extra money (win) or changing your shopping experience in any way (win)! Win.
To the people who’ve used my affiliate links to make purchases in the past, thank you so much! You are awesome for thinking of me and taking that extra time.
So, if you intend to do some shopping at any of the following websites this season (or any season), please consider clicking through to those sites from here (they’re also on my sidebar under “shopping links”, if you ever want quick access in future). Doesn’t even have to be sex toys, since Amazon.com is on the list, and as you know, that behemoth has everything.
The links, in no particular order:
If you like what you read here and want to help me out, I’d really appreciate your clicky support, now or any time of year! Thanks!
One year ago today, I posted the first entry on quizzicalpussy.com. According to math, that means this blog is one year old!
This thing I’m feeling? This is what passes for a sense of accomplishment in my world. Maybe I should just be impressed that time has lurched past me and my website with half the grace and all the dizzying speed of an an alarmed Saluki. But really I’m rather pleased with myself for not letting wikis, headaches, fruit flies, or space lizards distract me from writing about fucking and other miscellany. So yay me, I suppose!
But truly, yay you. Thanks for reading, thanks for posting comments, submitting confessions, sending emails, and just generally making it so I’m not muttering to myself across the unforgiving steppes of cyberspace. Thanks for making this blog so much fun to write. Hopefully you’ll still be here, I’ll still be here, and we’ll get a chance to have this little talk again in one year’s time.
