I write a humor blog.
There. I said it. Please don’t email me to tell me my blog really isn’t about sex (and please don’t include a link to your blog which is about a lot of filthy stuff I’m too much of a Catholic–and I’m not much of a Catholic–to repeat), or call me a “jackass” (what did you think a post titled “In Praise of Dating Your Dad” was about, anyway?) or tell me I’m “sick” (you were the one who found my blog by Googling “the best places to have sex in public” and I’m sick???)
It amazes me that a person can get all the way through one of my posts and then at the end think I’m serious and feel the need to chastise me. Like I would benefit from chastising anyway. It just makes me want to go off and write about masturbating in Starbucks again.