An illustrated update

HELLOOO there! I’m back! Today I have for you an update on My Life, some pictures, a linky-link to another thing I just wrote, and a request. They are numbered, for efficiency!

1. I went to Spain, I walked across it, and I mostly failed to get laid, even though I think I looked reasonably alluring tomando el sol on this here ancient bridge:

2. At one point I was having a smutty conversation with, and being led astray by, a multi-national and multi-lingual group of rather attractive young men:

… but nada.

3. At another point I stepped over a magazine, discarded on the side of the road, which depicted sexual acts:

4. And at yet another, I was *about* to have sex but couldn’t because the man in question had a swollen dick. I’m talking, like, a hiking-induced medical condition. WTF. (Didn’t take any snaps, I’m afraid.)

5. A few weeks after getting back home I was just heading off to a meeting when BAM!! I spied Steve Peacocke, for whom I have the. most. rigid ladyboner, you have no idea. He was just hangin’ by the corner of Flinders & Swanston:

And then, the next day, I saw him *again* on the street. He was between me and my office so I was in fact required to walked right past him, scarcely a meter distant, clutching a coffee in my trembling paw. It really was quite the thrill.

6. Also in June, sex educator and all-around awesome lady Kate McCombs started Sex Geekdom – community for ‘sex geeks’ in Melbourne. It involves cocktails, dumplings and inappropriate conversations in public spaces. Also a lot of people there seem to have a crossover interest in Star Trek? Anyhow, if you’re into that kind of thing you should come along!

7. Holy wow, Katherine Feeney (whose image, incidentally, extremely observant readers may remember me scientifically categorising as ‘attractive’ in this post from last June) of Fairfax’s City Kat blog (I totes get that Brisbane joke BTW. Queenslander4LYFE!) very kindly invited me to write a guest post for her while she jaunts in China. You can read my slightly shouty thoughts on casual sex and the meaning levels thereof here. By the by, if you’ve arrived at my blog-thingy by way of City Kat and you’re neither my grandmother nor my employer, hello! Perhaps you’d like to read a few of my bestest posts? I’d suggest:

OMG TEEN SEXTING!!! Parts 1 and 2

Childhood masturbation and the origins of sexual shame

Always with the gagging: a response to Cordelia Fine Parts 1 & 2

8. And finally, I can’t believe I’m writing a sentence on a blog about my Facebook account, and I kind of hate myself for it, but anyhow: If you are my friend IRL & on Facebook, please know that this pastor chap I have written about in above-linked post is *also* my friend on Facebook. And he’s a very lovely,  very good guy, and while I told him something about this part of myself, the whole unvarnished bit would probably be a bit confronting. So please to not make any crude jokes or humorous references on my wall or anything! Thanks!