Pillow talk

It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve been writing a lot about the less conventional side of human sexual behaviour. This was intentional.

There was a quick, unworthy thought there about generating extra traffic, until I realised the people who stumbled on this blog through google probably thought in pictures (graphics still pending).

But mainly, it’s because I monitored my conversation last week, and I realised how boring I was. I essentially talked about two things, the weather and food. Or how cold I was and how hungry I was. Third, fourth and fifth subject matters were myself. And what’s wrong with that? If I don’t talk about myself, who will? But it doesn’t mean you’ll want to listen.

Of course you could say the whole sex talk thing was just laziness. And boy am I lazy. But laziness is good for the soul. It makes you work harder, because you need to finish what you’re doing quickly to get back to doing nothing. You cut to the chase. You focus on the essentials. You deliver. What do most people use the internet for? Sex. So I’ll write about that. But what do I think about? Myself. So I’m torn. Sex or me. Me or sex. Me and sex? No.

I’m going to lie down and think about this.