Today is the five-year anniversary of this blog. Happy birthday to me. I was considering ‘celebrating’ today with a New Year’s-type post about all that I’ve learned in 2008; or about the personal struggles I have had to contend with; or with news about the book and other things, but somehow it just feels trite to summarize the aspects of my life over the past year that have had a huge impact on me. Let’s just conclude that I am busy, up-and-down, and hopeful for what 2009 might bring. (And if you want to keep up with my boring day-to-day moaning you can always follow me on Twitter.)
I am in the midst of writing another, much longer, post about casual sex, which I’ll be putting up here shortly, but in the meantime, and with a certain New Year’s reflectiveness, I thought I would briefly mention something I just had a quiet realisation about. It’s of no importance (or interest, even) to anyone else, but for me it feels like some kind of ironic serendipity and perhaps even mildly profound, so I wanted to note it down here.
All the men whom I’ve met in the last couple of years and become intimate with and have cared about I met solely through this blog. If it weren’t for my writing it, I wouldn’t be lucky enough to count amongst my close friends a small handful of men who’ve touched me. And yes, I do mean that literally. I can honestly say that I never expected the blog to impact my personal life in positive ways at all and I am very pleased it has. So with this fifth blog-birthday, I guess I want to express how thankful I am for the happiness it has given me, and that I'm looking forward to how it might influence particular aspects of my life in this new year…