Dire Posts Should Be Deleted

While they are valid, in that they do reflect my mood at the time, they do not represent the image, the digital face, that I wish to portray to the world. The image that I do want to portray, you may ask, is a clear and calm face, a face free of the lines that ravage mine, a faceless face that tells everything without a single image. A face made of words, and not a beautiful face either, a face marred by the ravages of time, these are the faces I wish to portray.

Once again, I must pause to reflect on the strange phenomenon that is my ability to be honest, on this blog, but not on any of the others that I have. And, I have started quite a few. I would tell you about them, but that would betray my anonymity, my precious shield against the world. I am not ready to give that up yet.

But, I am ready to tell you about my newest sex toy purchase. Finally, after weeks of waiting and a call to the company to inquire as to its whereabouts, my new anal probe arrived. And, I must admit, I did not accurately gague its size from the picture online or the given dimensions. Nonetheless, it is quite fun to use. Hopefully, with time I will be able to get the bulk of it in. For now, I am limited to the first few rungs.

If that bothers you, you might want to leave. This is a completely honest and transparent blog. Something that, in another age, would probably be kept as a diary, never revealed to anyone but its owner. But the times have changed, and I get a certain thrill from knowing that someone may read this and know of my life, in all it's dizzying and intimate details. That thought gives me great comfort.

I have been alone for a long while now. Not alone in the physical sense, but in the metaphysical sense—in the way that eats at my everyday consciousness and makes me feel that death is just around the corner, which he well may be. But the point is that these are merely the musing of someone who wishes to escape, for but a few words, into the tranquil bliss of confession, of voyeuristic intimacy with strangers, and, but for a while, feel their nameless bodies envelop my soul.