“The post was very nice….Made me seem like a real guy. :)”
It’s funny getting this message from TL this morning after he read this post.
I was a very conscious decision to write that as I did. I think many times as a blogger, I give people glimpses into my life. And the people in it are only one dimensional. I mean, TL is my sex slave, as you all know. But really he is more than that.
TL is one of my best friends. It’s weird to have met someone I have so much in common with through an acquaintance in the lifestyle. Or maybe it is just kind of unusual. I’ve mentioned before that we have great mind moments where we will do or act the exact same way. I think they still blow us away when we have them.
Take this weekend. I believe I have at least one sexy story in there. But, the best part was just being with my friend. Sitting on the couch, curled up together, talking as we watch something on his Tivo. It’s nice having someone around that gets me. That can understand the tech speak. That has the same sense of humor. Who knows all facets of my life….or damn near all of them. There is something very nice about that.
Like I said, I have a sexy story or two from the weekend. But, my main memories will be sitting in the pub having a drink, eating and talking. Curled up on the couch. Curled up in bed together – spooning as we watched TV – and falling asleep only to realized what we were watching was done and we had both missed it. Having him make coffee in the morning in an attempt to help my headache go away – and laughing at his foo-foo way of drinking it. The scrambling around after someone rang the doorbell catching us naked on the couch. Thank goodness he had given me his bathrobe earlier when it was still cool in the house. Those are the times I recall readily from my Friday night and Saturday with TL.
So, while I may write about him as a character on my blog. While I may describe the great sex we had or the fantasy, he is not a character. He is a person in my life. One that I care about. Just like my husband, my kids, my family and my playmates and friends. All may play characters in stories, but their characters don’t always capture truly what they are in my life.
As a reader, I think that’s what I always remind myself of when I read other blogs. I remind myself that regardless of who the story is told about, that the dimension isn’t there. I know this person via a single event or a series events as retold through the eyes of the author. And while those glimpses can be entertaining or frustrating or sweet, it is only a glimpse. And only through the series of glimpses, may I hope to learn a bit more about the person or people involved. But until I do, they ARE only characters.
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Well said! I think sometimes readers forget this and judge or make assumptions about the people we choose to write about and what we choose to say.
So true! This is something I struggle with as well, as you know.
It’s good/nice to get a glimpse into your life, however you allow it to be 🙂
Very true. We only get one side from reading a blog. It’s always nice to get a more dimensional image of someone/thing. Keeping an open heart and mind is essential.
I love this. Thank you for putting it into words!
I’ve met 19 bloggers since I started blogging myself (even lived with one for 8 months in Australia), and the biggest thing I have learned is that they’re all just normal people. I think that some readers tend to think of bloggers as larger than life types, along the lines of celebrities. We’re not of course.
Wonderful, thoughtful post. So well said, Emmy!