Accidental blog stalking, and personal revelation
Do you ever click on those “possibly related posts”? I do, at the bottom of my own posts, sometimes. If it looks interesting I’ll go back if I remember. If I remember enough times and it stays interesting I might subscribe. If something seems appropriate I might comment and say how I found them.
Sometimes, they say something outrageous and I want to make an outrageous comment, and I hope they don’t think I’m too weird. So far so good… probably 
Sometimes though, they get really personal and I want to say something serious… and then I feel like a stalker. And then I want to explain how I got there. And in my head it starts to sound like I’m hijacking their blog and babbling about myself in a very boring way. And so I continue to lurk. Then it’s worse… “yeah I have been reading about your family life for a year and I think…”
Here’s an example. I clicked on a blog related to mine, I think, because it was about child care. There was a song on the internet radio that reminded me of something else about this person. That song was on a CD I bought used when I lived near where they live. This was enough to get my attention because I’m a fool for these coincidences.
Okay it seems pretty weak… yet I could explain that stuff without too much embarrassment… right?
Okay, well, here are the specifics then. The song and CD were by k.d. lang. I bought the CD used in Utah because 1) it seemed like I just had to and 2) it seemed like no one else would. (I didn’t actually like it that much, too many ballads, although seeing her live was one of my top ten concerts out of literally hundreds, and she was the opener.) This blogger happens to be gay.
Okay now it sounds like “some of my best friends are gay” right?
Well, not to sound like I’m changing the subject, but recently I was considering some political issue involving gay rights, and was thinking of myself as “friendly to their cause.” After way too long, I realized “hey wait a minute…. Oh yeah, I’m bi…”
It has not been an issue in so long I sort of forgot. (Well, it does come up when Bebe Neuwirth is involved. But that’s just fantasy.)
Okay now it sounds like I’m one of those wanna be posers right?
But here’s the thing…
I used to have sex with women. Now you know.
And thus I avoid coming out to the blogosphere in the comment section of someone else’s blog who never even heard of me. I cleared this with my boyfriend first. He’s okay with it and we do enjoy looking at the same pictures so that’s okay
Not password protecting this, cause there is nothing in here that I’m ashamed of.
I used to have sex with women too…
And then, she asked you to carry a tub of books up that ladder one too many times… and you said “that’s it! I’m not ever getting it up again!” and she said “fine”?
Damn, I have had such a boring life…
Boring is underrated. If I tell the girlfriend stories, you may agree.
Oh, I don’t know. The men in my life have made it quite interesting enough, thanks. Somehow, I’m still alive.
There are times when I wonder if this is a good thing, but then I remember HOW I was supposed to die, and realize that yes, this IS a good thing. Even life would be better than that.
Even though I *think* I know what you are saying I have no idea how to respond to that. “Ouch” is all I can think of.
Oh my goodness, I’m tickled pink by the Electrician’s comment, so funny. It actually took me a minute to get it — I’m so damned slow.
Stop worrying about commenting — people love comments — that’s just how it is! Let it all hang out:) You are funny & entertaining — trust it!!!
I did women, too. I am not brave enough to full out put it on my blog as I always think if I admit it to friends they will immediately worry that I want to lick them – lol. I have a number of “in real life” readers, not necessarily a good thing — I no longer advertise my blog to anyone I know personally.
I think the reasons I slept with women were not really good reasons — and I ended up hurting people involved — I could go on and on about this subject — it ended up being an experience I wouldn’t change at all though, one I’m happy to have had. It’s definitely just as easy to love women as men, but I think lesbians are extraordinarily brave for the fact that they don’t need a penis for societal reasons. People are people, all lovable. Well, not ALL:)
On an entirely different subject, I think two men together are like the hottest thing ever — where the F does that come from? No idea. Yet, I would not be cool with my husband going there – lol. I’m amazed at the shit he’s cool with from me, things I would never feel safe with if it were him telling the stories!
Okay, I’m done. I’ve taken over your blog & eaten it like a cookie.
Me coming out on the blog of someone who never heard of me, is completely different than you “eating my cookie” as you so wonderfully put it. You are the Raison d’être of my blog. If it were not for you I’d have given this thing up before I even got cancer.
Two men together is not hot, to me. I think I need to see myself in the picture somewhere! Plus women are just prettier than men.
My only regret is not leaving Stinky for a woman. It would not have been his first time.
It is like you are a fly on the wall of my house.
It’s my superpower, long-distance Schadenfreude of the imagination.
Thank you for commenting on my blog, and the comments you made here. And thank you for coming out.
You’re welcome, and welcome to my blog. And thanks for the cake, it looks delish.
I have found that I have no shame about commenting. If there is a blog post written, and if there is a comments section… that is as good as an invite for me. I just don’t stalk well.
And I will go all kinds of personal or wordy or whatever the mood that I am in at the time when I comment!
Oh, and I use to have sex with a man. But I’ve been married for 17 years so…. LOL! Kidding! Kidding!
Have a nice weekend.
I don’t understand why everyone wants this “marriage” thing, it sounds pretty boring from what all y’all say