A good many readers have recently joined this blog, so let me take a moment to say welcome—welcome!—and to offer some pointers on keeping up with blogs related to this one.
Understanding the connections between these blogs may be helped with a little history of their genesis.
In the beginning, Dacia created her blog. And it was good.
In its earliest days, she kept talking about the blog—oh my blog, my wonderful blog, how I love my blog.
Our friend Jane liked it so much, she started her own. And then she got into the act, talking all about her blog.
I had never read a blog. I nodded politely and promised to read theirs someday.
One day, I wrote Dacia about a particularly great weekend of sex. She told me it was blogworthy, and suggested I start a blog of my own. She held my hand as I started this blog.
My note to her was adapted to become my first post.
So there are overlaps between these three blogs—Jane, Dacia, Jefferson. Dacia is a regular at my gatherings, and posts faster than I do, so you can often read her accounts first.
I sometimes wind up in the blogs of my friends Marla (aka Jo) and Viviane. You may recall that Marla teaches me about rough sex and shares my fondness for performing live sex shows. Viviane notarized my signature on my divorce, after which we drank bourbon and had splendid sex.
My beloved jailbait girlfriend Shelby has been blogging since the dawn of time. She has recently started a blog related to our relationship. She’s also a fast-writing regular, so you will find accounts of the gatherings there as well.
She shares me with her best friends, Theresa and Meg, so I often wind up in their arms and thence to their sex blogs.
My online girlfriend Madeline has a blog that also deals with the life of a parent and pervert. At this moment, she is blogging about the weekend she spent with our shared boyfriend Marcus.
Confused? Just wait.
Madeline’s friend Colton liked our blogs so much, he started his own. I’ve never met Colton, but he spends a lot of time writing about how much he wants me to suck his cock, so I guess he is related.
Shelby’s friend Meg likes Madeline’s friend Colton’s blog so much, she linked him and he linked her.
Marla, who is Jo, is also a favorite of Colton, and Marla, who is Jo, also likes Meg. Mitzi also likes Meg, but Mitzi doesn’t blog, so there’s no extra reading there.
Viviane flirts with Marcus on Madeline’s blog, while Marcus flirts with Colton on Colton’s blog, though Colton is straight—I mean, despite his fascination with the thought of me sucking his cock.
Colton, I mean, not Marcus. I do suck Marcus’s cock.
And then there’s Todd, who doesn’t have a blog, but appears in just about everyone’s, because, well, he’s been in just about everyone.
Anytime this becomes confusing, take a peek at the Cast of Characters at the top of my blogroll. There you will find mini-bios and links to those people with blogs of their own.
I hope this clears up things.
By the way, for those who keep track of such things, the next post will be my 200th since beginning this blog in November.
That’s a lot of writing—and a lot of sex!
Speaking of numbers and sex, let’s wake up Belle, shall we?
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*Actually* Jane had a livejournal before I had a blog. I just coaxed her over to blogger.
And, if the readers here are so inclined: you might be interested to know that before Jefferson dubbed himself Jefferson, I pseudonymmed (oh, its a verb, haven't you heard?) him Toby. There are still a few posts on my blog that refer to him as Toby.
Goddammit, you no sooner publish a history than the revisionists have to get in their two cents.
And thanks M!
And furthermore (yes I'm commenting again, so sue me) - before there were blogs there were sordid email tales.
I have a folder in my inbox that dates back to September 2003 (by which point Jefferson and I had known each other two years) that contains some really filthy stuff. Perhaps it is time to reconstruct some tales.
Also I think it's time to redraw the "family" tree of who has fucked whom.
Dear Lord, that would be a very complex diagram.
I can make coffee and we will all pour over it.
But with that much caffeine and all of us assembled . . . it's bound to call for some erasers and redrawing.
And yes, those stories should come out of the vault.
Shall we side blog?
I laugh everytime I think of the office cleaner folding your clothes.
And every time I quote you: "What? Aren't I hot enough?!"
(Sorry for the in jokes, folks. But if Dacia opens that vault, you will thank us.)
Yes, they should come out of the vault. Let me get through the next few days of trying not to flunk out of school and then I will begin to reconstruct the sex of Christmases past.
Toby?! Ew. But please, please, pretty please, reconstruct the tales! I'll buy the bourbon(s).
You and your skewed priorities.
You do realize, don't you, that Viviane offers the good stuff? We are talking Jefferson's Reserve, genius.
Belle! You are awake!
Not to get ahead of my recounting of your weekend . . . but when you were in NYC, you compared numbers with Thomas.
He sheepishly admitted to 63 sexual partners, saying that his numbers jumped a lot when he started having sex at my apartment.
He has a special genius for asking women at the sex party to meet for dates. Because, you know, he's so frigging cute and you already know the sex is great.
And then they recommend him to friends and roomates, and next thing you know, the odometer is clicking away.
We were talking once and realized: why, just his diagram alone would cost us a few sharp pencils.
I don't think 'tree' may be the right term. More like those visual maps they're working on up at the MIT Media Lab.
Jefferson, since when did I say I was contributing the Jefferson's Reserve? Just because I know the one place in NYC it's sold? And I'm not telling.
Viviane, Jefferson and Dacia have Tales from the Crypt. And you want to quibble over bourbons?
Penance: give up a link to info on the MIT maps.
thanks for the diagram.. i was getting a bit confused..
One Tuesday, late in summer, we should have a "Blog Party."
"A sign-up sheet will be passed around to everyone in this neighborhood.
Hot Dogs, drinks and condoms will be provided, but please sign up to bring side dishes or dessert.
Kids will be welcome until 8 PM."
So it begins... the story about the folded clothes is up on my blog: http://www.wakingvixen.com/archives/000317.html
There's a lot more where that came from!
For those too lazy to read the comments, I'll also link to Dacia's post at the Sex Carnival: http://tinyurl.com/cbxpo
Madeline I volunteer to be sommelier, if I am not touring. Have corkscrew(s), and bourbon, will travel.
And I'll bring my laptop and see if there are any unsecured wireless networks around...we might blog it real-time. This is where someone says "Blog it real-time, when you could be fucking!?"
Uh-oh.
No kidding, Viviane!
Marcus brought his laptop to Jefferson's and tapped into an unsecured network.
So, you know, maybe on water breaks...
We may be ready for a live post, blogged as it happens.
Webcams active for the dedicated readers with deep pockets.
We need a damned good typist.
Tree, shmee---
How about an organizational chart. Not only do I think that's more in the spirit of things but it also allows you to draw dotted AND solid lines.
Live webcam at Jefferson's apartment - 24/7 live access (when the kids aren't there, anyway)to Jefferson's life of debauchery - this could be a goldmine for you.
People would pay lots of $$ to see that. Several webcams - all over the apartment. The beds, the futon, the kitchen, the bathroom, etc. With a schedule of sex parties posted.
Of course, not everyone shares their real identities - so some would have to be in masks. Even more fun...
Jo, let's plan on 80 . . . and try for 60.
Nice thought Jenna! Or maybe we could gets the cams going only when I have the kids . . . surely you'd pay to watch me parent?
Chaff, I am very interested to know how you woudl differentiate between a solid and a dotted line connection.
I type...95 I think. And if necessary I'll set up the wireless node myself. I multitask *very* well.
I don't know, Jefferson...
As much as I enjoy reading about your kids - I am not sure that the website "Jefferson's Tales of Parenting" would bring in the same kind of cash as "Jefferson's Tales of Ribaldry".
And doesn't that just speak volumes about the sad state of things?
If everyone throwing good money at porn sites would just send that cash to Sally Struthers . . .
What was it Marvin Gaye sang? "Let's . . . let's save the babies."
Join me, people.
Kind Sir,
To answer your question, a solid line would denote original sexual contact. For conversational purposes let's call this person "partner #1." A dotted line from "partner #1" would indicate a person that they brought to your parties or introduced into your world.
Those lines could get messy though. A ball of yarn might me a little less tangled.
I think it would be an interesting diagram of who brought who and in turn who those people have---shall we say---shared the gift of themselves with.
Save The Children
(Al Cleveland/Marvin Gaye/Renaldo Benson)
I just want to ask a question
Who really cares?
To save a world in despair
There'll come a time, when the world won't be singin'
Flowers won't grow, bells won't be ringin'
Who really cares?
Who's willing to try to save a world
That's destined to die
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow
Little children today are really gonna suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, such a bad way to live
All who is to blame, we can't stop livin'
Live, live for life
But let live everybody
Live life for the children
Oh, for the children
You see, let's save the children
Let's save all the children
Save the babies, save the babies
If you wanna love, you got to save the babies
All of the children
But who really cares
Who's willing to try
Yes, to save a world
Yea, save our sweet world
Save a world that is destined to die
Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, oh dig it everybody
http://tinyurl.com/8qgrr
There more the merrier. There will be a lots..going on.. and we'll need multiple POVs.
And that Ohio state study of the high school sexual network, was of a Midwestern high school renamed as "Jefferson High School!"
(I came across this, as part of preparing to do penance.)
Colton says he's straight, but then he actually reads the articles in Playboy . . .
(More hazing ensues.)
Jefferson High School, huh? Wonder how many of the students I've done?
If Jefferson High School is in New Jersey, I imagine you have done next to all of them.
Jefferson....you're the man...it's been a real pleasure reading about all your exploits....look forward to more and more in the future!
"We need a damned good typist."
ok, so you're not in the running, right jefferson?
(don't worry, it doesn't matter how fast you type - it's WHAT you type and you've got that area covered.)
Wow...I'm so hooked. Is it wrong to be reading this at work?
Thanks Jezebelle. What else are you going to do at work?
I enjoyed your blog--and how apropos to recent chat here that your most recent post addresses the perfect blowjob!
Jefferson, the penance post is over at the Sex Carnival:
'Social Mapping, or Mapping Fucking'
http://tinyurl.com/93a8a
I found the Jefferson H.S. diagram!
pace.
crazy man...
i need to get in here...and i NEED to get to a party soon. let me know the next one jeffe...
i think alot of these friends need to meet me...don't you think?
talk soon...
J, you need to get in there and update your Male Slut blog. But, you are a Capricorn...
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