After months and months of talking to myself, all of a sudden I'm receiving a lot of feedback (in many forms) on Twenty Four At Heart. To be honest, it's a little confusing. Somebody likes this, somebody's offended by that, and everyone is interested in reading about sex but a lot of people don't want to admit it.
Ok people, I know you like reading about sex because my readership numbers go way up when the topic is sex.
I felt I needed a post today just to clear the air on a few things. Yesterday I walked into PT and the minute The Torturer saw me he burst out laughing. Huge belly laughs he could not contain.
"What?" I asked. (Rolling my eyes, of course!)
"Dinosaur appendage," he said as he almost fell to the floor laughing.
Then he added, "And who talks about sex toys one day and computers the next?" and then he burst out laughing again.
Obviously, I do.
This blogging world is a strange one and I'm very new to it. I love to write. I always have. I love the people I've met through blogging. And yes, I even love the fact that a few publishers and marketing companies are hanging around lately to see what I'll do next. (Actually, I think they just left – I just heard a door slam!)
Of course, even I don't know what I'll do next.
This is really me that I share with you here each day. There are no pretenses. I'm interested in sex toys. I'm also interested in computers. I have a lot of varied interests, many of which will probably make their way into posts sooner or later. It's also true that I was in a bad car accident and have gone through a horrific couple years as a result. I wouldn't make up stuff like that. No, I don't share a lot of details about my kids or my husband but that's out of respect for their privacy.
A week ago a total stranger stopped me to tell me she'd made my recipe for pumpkin cookies the prior weekend. She loved them and thanked me for sharing the recipe. I walked around in a daze afterwards because I was so surprised by the whole encounter. I still don't know how she knew I was Twenty Four at Heart.
This week I discovered an old friend "found" my blog unbeknownst to me. She was highly offended by the content, but it didn't escape my notice that she apparently continues to read on a regular basis. Her reaction seems to be, "Oh my God, how can you admit to liking sex on the Internet! The things you talk about!" My encounter with her left me feeling awkward too. Her blatant disapproval stuck with me for hours.
She has kids. She must have had sex too once upon a time. (?)
I've gotten emails that people are offended by my recent post inquiring about where to buy a sex toy. Other people have left emails and/or comments requesting a blog post once I receive my sex toy gift basket on what it contains. They want to know what toys will be in the basket. Would I consider pictures (of the toys, not of me playing with them)? By the way, that post got an amazing number of hits. A lot of people were really interested in the comments section so I've got to assume readers were wondering where to find a great sex toy too.
What I do know, however, is that overall the feedback has been positive. This blog has taken on a life of it's own with the greatest group of readers imaginable. I can't change who I am. I can't change the life I've had or the fact I'm still struggling with my accident recovery. When you come here to visit you will get an honest look at me and my life as it is that day. You may not approve; you may occasionally be offended, but this is who I am.
I accept your feedback, both positive and negative as long as it's given respectfully. In turn, I ask that you respect the fact that this blog is an honest and open glimpse of who I am.
I am … Twenty Four At Heart.