|If it weren't for the fact that this is not|
our little girl then this would be our
We visited where we are trying to live with a view to finding a house on Tuesday. This did not go according to plan mainly because Tilly and I were unable to have a conversation about any of the places we were looking at. Every time we tried our Girlie would kick off with either a. random commentary, descending into tantrum if told to wait or even if we answered; b. straight out tantrum about some made up problem, which would shift if we fixed it (example: she was thirsty and wanted a drink NOW, we supply drink, now she's too HOT and we DON'T CARE and her brother is a NAUGHTY little BOY AAAAAAAARGH) or c. start hitting us / her brother / things. We tried everything short of bribery and threats, and we did those too in the end, but nothing really worked. She does not want to move and we can't reason with her like we normally do because she is not prepared to listen to any of the reasons we have for moving. I can relate, I really can, but it made life very hard for the two days we were away.
|Did I mention I am jealous of women generally? Really?|
Well, I am super jealous of the red head who
gets to play Knightmare. Bitch. Who I want to have the
Oh, and Lord Fear. Hi, Lord Fear!
All of which meant some placatory gestures were in order. So Tilly called up Catherine and she brought round her daughter on a play-date. Catherine and Tilly talked moving and using burly men to transport furniture and Catherine and I talked Knightmare (see my last post). It has been a hard week, we needed needless fluff and we were served well by Catherine who saw the need and adjusted accordingly. None of which is the point of this entry. Yes, I have points in my blog, honest!
|Turned up searching for "supah Secret", so, I guess this is|
something where people are supah secret? Supah Ninjas
Now, bear in mind that Catherine knows and I have spoken of this before. She is the only other human being in possession of photos of me en femme and one a very select few who have seen me dressed (ostensibly as part of a bet that she couldn't make it happen, only she and I of the few who saw it knew that it was a bet she was always going to win; and she has helped maintain the charade of my 'shame' about it ever since). So, she potentially has an inkling about what I am writing and why I would want to maintain a secret blog in the first place.
I guess what I'm asking, and I am asking, is twofold:
1. Is this a sex blog?
2. What would be good examples of sex blogs that I might peruse to understand them?
Oh, and I guess one final thing, should I supply the address to this place to Catherine? I am half tempted, but it's been a long and shitty week with only one spectacular thunderstorm, so I could be delirious.