Dear Friends, I have an apology to make. I've been boring you all this time with weighty issues like war and inequality and religion. But, according to Reuters today, the real blogging action centres around sex blogs.
Yes, Friends, while we've been talking about doom and gloom, excitable, free-wheeling, extroverted people are using the internet to expose not only their bodies to the world but accompanying the photographs with graphic accounts of the most intimate details of their sexual adventures. No, apparently not a single groan or moan is left out! No squeaking spring is ignored. Every coming and going is elucidated fully, every tremble and fumble.
With this in mind, I am faced with a dilemma: should I give up tilting at windmills and, instead, reveal to the world myself, in toto, buck naked and in a high state of arousal, in colour prints? Should I write cascades of naughty words which titillate and stimulate? Or, if you prefer, I could make a video.
I might have trouble persuading my partner to participate of course. She is not given to public spectacles. But come to think of it, neither am I! And a high state of arousal might not be easily achieved either, because, well, you know, age shall not weary them and all that rubbish.
No, upon reflection, perhaps I've missed the sex blog boat. Damn. Ah well, perhaps I should be happy. It's all rather tacky really, even sad. Surely somethings are best left private, best treated with a degree of specialness and mystery.
Will a photo of us fully clad and having a cup of tea in bed suffice? No?