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The title of this entry was suggested as an alternate title for a poem I recently wrote, I Love You With All of my Hard-On. Yeah, I wish I would have thought of it first. But I didn’t.
So who says I can’t use it anyway? For example as a title to a blog entry? Huh?
You may have noticed that I was MIA yesterday. And callers will have noticed I’ve been MIA quite a bit as of late. Hey, it happens. Life has thrown me a lot of curves this past year–some of with which many of you are familiar. And then there’s the stuff I just keep to myself. Regardless, sometimes I just reach burn-out stage and/or am coping with some life trauma. Then I have to step back from the phones, and, even sometimes, this blog.
Some news:
I’ve been bombarded with poetry in re. to my new category, PSOetry. Poetry of all kinds and by so many different poets. I do believe I’m learning more than I ever learned in my college poetry courses. At least it’s a much fuller experience.
I will be judging a writing competition for Tit-Elation in the very near future. We are working out the details, so stay tuned for more on that soon.
I am finally working on Literate Smut‘s updates and changes and we should actually see that all in place by the end of next week if not sooner.
And last –but certainly not ever, ever least– my most awesome Deviant Savant, Supervert, has made me the official Phone Sex Operator of his most wonderful site, PervScan.
And now if you will excuse me, I’m off to other endeavors for this evening.
Dearest Angela, I wish for you…better days and nights. I hope all is well, and never forget to call upon a friend when the going gets tough…XOXO
The title that was suggested to you now seems prescient; fly carefully and at your own pace, sweet Angela. We want no Lady Icarus here.
Congrats in particular on the PervScan endorsement. You’ve surpassed some intense competition. But then, we’ve always known that.
Sometimes you’ve just got to step back and take a break. Hope you’re feeling fully fit again!
Girlfriend:
Nobody, and I mean nobody, has anything on you. I don’t know the particulars, but I know a sharp chica when I see one.
And, of course, I don’t know you at all. But I sense, as many of your readers and callers seem to, a deep and wise truth in you, an honorable spirit beyond the reach of everyday mere mortals.
That you exist, even flourish, in a world of smut is the miracle that proves miracles exist.
If someone has caused this hurt in you, I pity them. But I don’t pity you, because you have yourself. We should all be so lucky.
I like “I Love You with All of My Hard-On” better. It suggests the sort of promises a guy makes when he wants. And yet at the same time it hints at the nothingness of those promises. To be loved with a hard-on isn’t much. Or for long.
Dear Angela,
I hope yours spirits soar again soon.
And, as to your PervScan station as their PSO of record: This is not a surprise! But congratulations are in order, dear lady. It warms my heart that more and more people are realizing how well you do what you do. Something which I already knew.
Were you having a bad day, kid? Come sit an my lap and tell me all about it.