Love Our Lurkers IV

Does that mean “four” or “intravenous”? I suspect it means the latter considering I sometimes need an IV of strong coffee to get going in the morning. So it’s another “Love Our Lurkers” day which means an acknowledgment of those people who read yet do not comment and an invitation for them to out themselves just this once (and perhaps forever more) with a brief remark or comment.

You know, “love” is such a strong word and so overused these days. “I love what you’re wearing” or “I love that song”, etcetera. Do you really love that song? I mean, do you think about it constantly and stare longingly at your radio or  iPod until it shuffles around again? I didn’t think so. Sure, “Evacuate The Dancefloor” is catchy but I can wait until I hear it again and I suspect so can you. Suffice it to say that I “like” our lurkers but would prefer to know them a little better before I profess an all-encompassing desire to have them bathe me in bodily fluids. Not that there’s anything wrong with bodily fluids in and of themselves — some of my best friends have bodily fluids. It’s just…well…you know.

Just to sweeten the pot a bit (and because I’ve been writing less frequently these days), I’ll just mention that I’ll be at the SSNY party this Saturday night along with about a hundred other people. If you did not RSVP by now there might be a few slots left but you’ll have to contact the organizers to find out — usually there is a long list of alternates even when attendees drop out at the last minute. I usually don’t ramp it up at spanking parties the way I do at the club because I’m always afraid it’s going to scare people to hear a really hard scene going on when they’re stuffing cookies into their mouths. But honestly, what do I care? I’m there for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of the person I’m playing with not to be concerned with the delicate sensibilities of the cookie and hummus mavens who might overhear things.

I am making the pledge now that I won’t take into consideration the reaction of newcomers who might hear something a little nutsy going on in one of the booths — that’s just the kind of guy I am. Besides, some of them might get excited or something at the sound. Not a bad thing.