For real, I don’t think I’ve visited this website since 2017. I’ve been on social media, but I have a distinct fear of my own website. I mean, wow, 2012 is calling.
This post isn’t any announcement or big change. Over the last long while many lovely humans have said they miss my podcast, miss me, miss my work. So while I’m evaluating the abandoned ruins of a former self, thought I’d say hellooo and catch up.
A little about me right now, in case we’ve crossed paths.
DIFFERENT: Less anxiety. Less depression. Less nice and more kind.
A few big life shifts: I’m back in college taking science prerequisites to apply to grad school. Basically pre-med. My father died last year, which has introduced to me a unique grief I had only heard about. I’ve been sorta open about my mental health treatment the last few years. It’s some trippy shit. Someday maybe I’ll regale.
Oh, also I’m a bit burnt out on sex parties. That’s weird for me.
SAME: I am still a Sex Nerd. Still identify as polyamorous. Still agender inside and femme-ish outside. Still in Los Angeles and I still love snacks.
RESURFACING: Lately, my craving has come back for sticking microphones in people’s faces and demanding they tell me everything they know about butt stuff.
BTW: ON BEING A SEX NERD – I’ve debated what it means to be a sex nerd since I coined the term for myself in 2009. I never share any of that stuff. It’s always moving. Right now, this is what I have: The situation of being a sex nerd is that the knowledge I acquire about sex and love always outpaces what my experience can provide.
That statement is begging for several addendums, but for now, that’s fine.
Hey, thanks for stopping by.