… But I’m not sure why most people can find me, while a few others can’t. Truth be told, it’s all out of my hands anyway, though I have to say I seriously doubt foul play, even though I overreacted in my last post; I am after all, an Apple fetishist and now have it on good authority that the feelings may be mutual. Nonetheless, emails like this are great:
“i can find your podcast through a search by violet blue, open source
sex, and you’re #5 under “sex”, (whorecast is 3), and listed under arts
and entertainment->entertainment.
i also see your picture there, cutie.
and let me just say that there is *no way* that “winecast” is ahead of
you in subscriber rankings. and don’t even talk to me about bill oreilly.”
I’m finally getting to everyone’s emails now that Jonno is somewhat back, though he’s trying to blog on a borrowed, breaking laptop and friend’s unfriendly PC, still with pretty much just the clothes on his back. We finally got through on the phone to each other yesterday, for the fist time since the hurricane. I had just reached the end of my rope, and tendered my resignation at Fleshbot. It was an emotional conversation; he’s simply happy to be alive, that his boyfriend and dogs are alive. I am *not allowed* to quit; the laws of friendship, love and sex blogging apparently do not permit it. But my contributions to Fleshbot will be scaled back for the next two months as I write a book I’m under a tight deadline for, which is what had me in a panic in the first place… a 200-page sex guide, and only 200 pages to go…. Woo-hoo!
Still, I’m having out-of-my-mind fun on Fleshbot, even if I had to start the week with “we’re not friends anymore” emails from people who maybe I’m better off without anyway (*sigh*). Don’t they know the rest of my life is a mess, too? I’ve been unable to respond to business people trying to contact me as well. The one non-urgent person I took time out to respond and talk to was the programming guy @ NPR; Hustler, CBS and even a moneyed publisher’s offer have fallen by the wasteside… Not that anything matters more than friendship. Anyway, here are a few Fleshy highlights:
Used Panty Portal
Cuffz by Linz
Morning Wood: Buy a Siege Print (Do it, I command you!)
Brenda Staudenmaier
Breastlove’s Babes
** Quick afterthought: the Hustler interview, which I didn’t respond to, had a question in it I’ve only seen in a few interviews, but one I’m *never* asked in interviews from “respected” sources like Newsweek and CNN, etc. “What is your full name and age?” Now, I didn’t go to journalism school, but this doesn’t seem to be a standard question. What is this question for, what purpose does it serve? I’ve answered it each time I’ve been asked, but the response has never been printed, though the journalist always regards my answer with interest. So it must be personal interest. It kind of reminds me of how like Yahoo, when you set up an account, asks for your age, clearly for marketing purposes, as do social networking sites like Tribe.net. So, since it doesn’t apply to podcasting (what the Hustler interview was about), it only stands to reason that questions of a non-topical personal nature should be pranked. I never lie to journalists; if I don’t want to tell them something or if I quesiton their motivaitons I stop the interview. I have nothing to lose. But from now on, my official age is 18. Ohmigawd, like totally BARELY LEGAL!
