An Update Long Overdue

Are you still here?  Good.  I was hoping you didn’t give up on me yet.

I just want to leave an update for anyone who happens to still read this blog, and might even remember who I am.

First of all, I am doing well.  Last year was difficult for me in many regards, as I had some pretty intense mental health issues that I am proud to say I am getting a hold on.  It took a long time though because many so-called “professionals” who make money diagnosing mental health issues refused to accept that I was struggling.  But after a long, embarrassing process, I am finally moving forward.

I am still away from Twitter, as I find the atmosphere to be extremely toxic.  I don’t foresee returning anytime in the immediate or distant future.

Otherwise, I am in good spirits, my physical health is returning to pre-2016 normalcy, and I am finding my ground again.  The last two years have been brutal, and I am so thankful for the strides I’ve made to overcome the shit show that my life had become.

I’ll be back again soon.  You’ll see.


5 Really Wild Sex Facts about E.B.

(In no particular order)

1. I once had so much car sex, that my windows collected enough humidity to never be completely transparent again. 

2. The girl who took my virginity stole my money, but left me her underwear as a souvenir. 

3. Most of my sexual partners have told me that they were only using me as a sperm donor, and it was irrelevant if I stuck around for their pregnancy. 

4. My daily orgasm record is 6.  I was a bit younger. 

5. I want to embrace my bisexuality but I would lose my job, family, and most friends. Staying closeted is more realistic at this point. 

Facts are fun!

My Fantasy

Describe a sexual fantasy you have.

Oh gosh, I have so many…

My big one right now is attending an underwear party with my most attractive guy friends.  I wouldn’t even care if I was the ugly one in the group.

I think it would be amazing to get down to our bare essentials, no shirts, no pants.  We dance all night, and go home horny well beyond normal levels.  All those raging cocks and bare skin would make for amazing stories.

We’d all be super fucking raging from dancing with all those girls that there would be no secret about it.  We’d all be hard as fuck, and we know what we’re all going to do when we get home.  So we talk about it.  It’s a bunch of sexy guys at our most vulnerable, and in our sexiest frames of mind.