Coming Wednesday to a NSFW Universe Near You
The internet has opened up the multiverse, and for a brief moment at least, before Google gobbles everything up again, it's still possible to travel more or less undetected from one universe — or virtual "sphere" — to another, and to sometimes toggle between them, without running into your mom.
Well, yesterday I discovered that in one fairly well-populated but darkly lit NSFW corner of the internet, I am, for this week only, Mr. Wednesday. Or, at least, my avatar is:
When I say "avatar" I don't mean it's not "me". It is "me" with air quotes. It's a good physical likeness. But, honestly, I rarely stand around in my garden looking like this. Usually it's the bottom half that's naked in real life.
Well, I was deluged with emails from around the nation yesterday when the "Manhunt Men of the Week" post went live. And while I appreciated the catcalls from California and well-wishes from Wisconsin, I still slept alone last night in the universe where I conduct most of my ordinary day-to-day business, and in which I am not Mr. Wednesday this week.
I have to admit, though, that I was delighted by this disturbance in the atmosphere of one of the planets in one of the universes I inhabit, and briefly — before really thinking about it — clicked on the facebook icon in the Men of the Week post, and suddenly there was a thumbnail of Mr. Wednesday in my facebook feed for all my facebook friends, including my mother, to see.
Big deal, you say. I mean, it's just me, shirtless in the garden, right? Well, when I clicked the link it took me to the post, where I clicked another thumbnail that took me to my profile, which, while fine for friends of the blog, is probably a little TMI for family and facebook friends.
Not that I have anything to be ashamed of in the TMI department, mind you. It's just that my mother still thinks I'm a top.
Well, I was deluged with emails from around the nation yesterday when the "Manhunt Men of the Week" post went live. And while I appreciated the catcalls from California and well-wishes from Wisconsin, I still slept alone last night in the universe where I conduct most of my ordinary day-to-day business, and in which I am not Mr. Wednesday this week.
I have to admit, though, that I was delighted by this disturbance in the atmosphere of one of the planets in one of the universes I inhabit, and briefly — before really thinking about it — clicked on the facebook icon in the Men of the Week post, and suddenly there was a thumbnail of Mr. Wednesday in my facebook feed for all my facebook friends, including my mother, to see.
Big deal, you say. I mean, it's just me, shirtless in the garden, right? Well, when I clicked the link it took me to the post, where I clicked another thumbnail that took me to my profile, which, while fine for friends of the blog, is probably a little TMI for family and facebook friends.
Not that I have anything to be ashamed of in the TMI department, mind you. It's just that my mother still thinks I'm a top.
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