Welcome (back?)....

It's the 18th of the month and I've had over 400 page hits so far. That's the most I've had in, well, years. I've added a few posts these last couple of months, but surely nothing worth seeking me out. Certainly nothing graphic. There's nothing graphic to describe. Except what's in my head, and that's become almost chaste. Well, I'm exaggerating. My new Tumblr blog shows that my thoughts are not chaste. Maybe a little whiny, but whatever. Anyway, it doesn't look like you're all linking from the same place, a few from here, a few from there, and some from god knows where. But, here you are! So, thought I'd say hello. I hope you're enjoying your visit and strolling through the archives. I admit, it's a little exciting to think that some of you out there are reading me and getting off. That's a very pleasing thought. Very pleasing, indeed.

So, enjoy. Come back. And I'll see if I can come up with anything new for you.

Cheers,

eve

Therapy

I confess I've had a lot of therapy in my life. Since I was a young, fucked up youth, my parents had me in and out of shrinks offices. Trying to set me straight. Or at least, make sure I was a bit less screwed up than they were. I am grateful for their thoughtful attention to the little detail of my mental health. Since I started young, I've known for a long time how to "do therapy". Meaning, I know for the most part when I'm in trouble and I seek out help.

I haven't actually been "in trouble" lately but a friend recommended someone and after reading his description on his website and talking with him at an initial consultation (which was free and I give him big kudos for that - therapists on the Upper West Side of Manhattan don't do free) I thought I'd give it a go. But I've found, after a couple of months of chatting, it really wasn't the thing for me. He's a nice enough guy, has some interesting insight, but I'm' not really in need of any deep insight right now. So, I've decided to stop going. Tonight was our last session. And here's the interesting part - one of the last things he asked me was if I was having sex. I thought this was kind of strange. We've met numerous times and he's never brought up sex, but tonight, 10 minutes before I was walking out the door for, presumably, the last time, he asked me if I was having sex and when I said no he asked if I was interested in meeting anyone to have sex with. We had, on other occasions, discussed dating and past relationships and whatnot, but not sex. Yet here he was, in effect asking me about my desires. I can't help but be curious about his motives, I'll be honest. Purely professional? Or looking for a little titillation as I'm on my way out? I don't really know, but I think it's kind of interesting.

He wasn't at all, by the way, someone I would indulge myself in having, say, this kind of fantasy about. No, that is a very different therapist, indeed. And one with whom I would not be ending my weekly sessions.

Anyway, that, ladies and gentlemen, Doms and slaves, is the latest, most exciting update in my sadly chaste and uncoupled life.

Cheers.

Something new...

I don't know what's come over me, but I've been frequenting some sexy stuff, lately. Hormones, is probably what it is. I blame everything on hormones, these days. I've started a Tumblr blog. Blog seems not the right word for it. I don't really say much. In fact, no one seems to on Tumblr. It's about pictures. It's visual. So, you find pics you like and then reblog them. It seems kind of redundant, actually, and it borders on boring. But, there are some pretty great shots. Some are a little graphic, even for me. But some are nice. Anyway, visit me over there, if you're inclined. I don't know how long my interest will last. Probably not very. But, it passes the time. And gets my blood flowing, which is to the good. 

I hope you all are well. Undoubtedly having more sex than me. Christ, the Pope is probably having more sex than me.

Ciao.

Well, hello there...

It's been years since I've written. And I'm not sure why I'm writing now. I guess I was curious and came to poke around and found, lo and behold, people still stop by and look me over. And me, an old lady.

Wish I could say life had taken a huge turn for the different, but alas, it really hasn't. There's some peace in that, I suppose. Mostly, I go on. I'm writing, yes, but not smut. Poetry, mostly. A little playwriting. Computer code.

And that's about it. So, thanks for stopping by, when you do. It's nice to know my words have held up.

Ciao.