Writing a blog isn't at all as easy I thought it would be. My problem is never that I haven't anything to write about. It's usually that I feel like nobody reads. Please, what is the point in writing if nobody is going to read? A good friend recently told me that if I'm a writer, I should write, regardless if anybody reads. So, I'm writing. It hasn't taken me any time to find that readers seem to like the rants. Entries like today's will get no traffic. People only seem to care when I have something clever to say or when I have a hair across my ass about something like children, local beauty, interiors, or maybe the random asshole that tries to run you down in a crosswalk. If we were meant to run for our very lives across Tremont Street, then it should be called a "crossrun", don't you think? Also, I still don't understand why women don't love to blow their men. But, I'm just talking... Since I've gone on a popular antidepressant, I haven't felt much like giving head myself. I'm going to ask my doctor to change that. It's just not normal for a gay man to feel this way.
I had my lunch with my buddy Hunter again today. The dining room was very busy because of the Chinese New Year. There was playing authentic music and a few servers were wearing gowns that appeared to have been bedazzled. I gave each of my favorite servers two dollars and they each thanked me with a bow for what they called "lucky money". I took my time with my tea today feeling happy that I never run into anybody that I know and I even said to Hunter that I felt liberated from having to sit together with people who dine to be seen by frequenting popular Southend restaurants. The kind that seem to taste the difference between a 12 year scotch and one that is aged 18. Here in Chinatown, there is no pretense and everybody seems to be themselves. I admire it. It's usually just the Chinese, a few Jews, and myself.
This last bit is just a side thought that hasn't much to do with what's above, but I like what I'm seeing and wanted to share. The Granary is nearly lost in the snow. When it's as covered over as it is, it receives few visitors. Narrow paths between the headstones are little walked. The whole scene is painfully poetic. Dead Yankees truly get to rest today. "Sun nien fai lok" John Hancock and James Otis. Samuel Adams and Paul Revere. "It's the year of the ox!".
-R
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I'm definately one of those rare women who actually enjoy and love giving my man oral!
ReplyDeleteI've always said I'm half a gay man. I love penis more than the average woman I think, or maybe I'm one of the few non prudes who admits it?
Try checking now many hits you get day to day, week to week etc. You’ll probably find a lot of people are reading just not responding. Not everyone wants to or feels comfortable putting their thoughts out there in public. I agree with your friend who said friend if you’re “a writer, you should write, regardless if anybody reads.” The same goes for just about any art – you do it not for the results but because you do not have a choice. Just keep writing and telling people about your blog – you’ll build a following of readers.
ReplyDeleteYour description of your lunch is Chinatown was beautiful and I am in total agreement about the whole pretense thing. It’s good to escape that once in a while.
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