When I wrote The Girls with Whom I’ve Had Sex and the inevitable The Guys with Whom I’ve Had Sex, I did it primarily to document details that grow foggier with every passing year, to make a lasting marker just before my 40th year, and to show that we gay men are not all mincing vaginaphobes. It also felt good to get the information out of my head, and onto a page where random readers could find it and be entertained or maybe even learn something from it, and that has definitely happened. Here’s a screen grab from my blog stats page that shows my top blog posts:
Maybe the Chute Dogging video just hasn’t made the rounds yet, but nonetheless, it looks like the wrestlers I’ve wrestled are more interesting to you than the steer. Then comes the Brady Quinn fantasy, which I’ve even read a few times, and then on to celebrities and more sex, and the swing set suicide, and on and on… you get the picture.
A friend of ours who wrote a few great blogs about Thailand, has made the accusation that I’m just being sensationalist with posts he considers indiscreet. Well, it’s no mistake that he’s visiting and blogging about Phuket and not Compton. It’s more interesting. On the other hand, another friend, Jonathan, urges me to go all out, saying “the more intimate the topic, the more readers you’ll get.” Sam’s got it made because his blog is not only about his life, but about fitness, which is really practical stuff that everyone wants to know about.
Then there’s what my friend Mrs. Waltz says:
“I enjoy blogs for the same reason that I enjoy books — because they’re well-written. And then, serendipitously, I came across a great line of advice: stop worrying about being *interesting* and start being more *interested*.”
“Great blogwriting isn’t just about the writer. Sure, there should be a lot of the writer in the writing … but if the writer is so selfish that he ignores the reader, he’s not writing well at all.”
I doubt that anybody blogs solely for themselves. We all want to be read, or there’d be no wordpress and we’d be keeping private, locked diaries, and even those yearn for strange eyes. I’ve always written about what I’m interested in, and that’s often been sex. Seeing all of these posts side-by-side, has also shown me a larger mosaic of myself that I haven’t seen tile-by-tile. I can see the connections between the posts, their relationships, and shifting priority, making my blog a living, breathing representation of me, and I’m *interested* in sharing that. So I’ll continue relating more about love, sex, relationships, and Sam – and probably some posts with TMI, because after all I am an exhibitionist in many ways – along with the other excitement I have in my life, because there’s plenty of it. It’s more fun for me to write about sex too, you know, than about the Smart Car.