But Dark Odyssey introduced me to wacky world of the sex bloggers. Four people who would expand my internet reading universe beyond all comprehension.
Viviane. Jefferson. Marcus. Selina.
Between these four, I discovered the amount of fucking and sucking that I only dreamed possible when I was in the throes of puberty. I saw sex taken to a new level. It was as if the writers of The New Yorker or The Atlantic Monthly started hosting orgies every other week. It was mind boggling, but a lot of fun to read.
Soon, I noticed that Livejournalers had blogs too. Lolita. My girlfriend. There were bloggers all around me.
And I noticed there was status here. You did not parade that you had a Livejournal account. But you boasted about your blog. You met up at blogger get-togethers, formed special blog clubs. Blog-chic was all around me, and I was left in my land of avatars.
I longed for the status of being a blogger.
But I'm lazy. And I really don't want another medium to write in. Livejournal is plenty for me!
My property* made me a proposal - to make me a website. And on it came a link to my "blog." But we all knew... it was just my Livejournal.
Not anymore. My slave* has one-upped my desires, all through the exciting magic of RSS feeds. Now I too can (pretend to) be a blogger! Now I can hold my head up high and say yes I'm (still a wanna-be) blogger too! Look! Look at my (fake) blog!
So exciting. I'm finally somebody (a poseur). My life is (pathetically) complete now.
* What? Property? Slave? Boymeat, are you holding out on us???
Yep. Good future post on that one. I may not be a real blogger, but I can build some anticipation, right?