Times Are Looking Grim These Days...

As I recline here, I'm in a very crowded bed.

"Sirikit" whom you can now call Lunasea, or Bebe, lays on the other side framing our son William who needs no pseudonym.

There is so much to tell you, so many wonderful things, so many terrible things.  Even those that know me best will be surprised before I'm finished.  But what you need to know for now is that I've found my soulmate.  "The Wife" is long gone, now replaced and an ever-fading memory.  How we got here is a story that will call forth so many adventures, mis-adventures.

What you need to know for now is that we are a "Lifestyle" couple, or "Swinger" couple as you will.  We have many friends in the blogosphere, the twiverse, this ethereal thing we all seem to gather at.  Each character though has a corresponding agent in flesh, because my life is interesting enough, I don't have to make up anything.

Some characters have changed.  Badbadgirl has become someone else.  I'll let the new her post here if she wants you to know who she is.  Kitten lives in Texas, we skype now and then.  It's been over a year, everyone has evolved.

"But I'm still right here, givin' blood keepin faith."

Enter a veritable parade of misfits, malcontents, strange angels (and devils) and some that are both.  Enter two years, one running, one beginning.  There is a boy at my side now with strangely rounded asian eyes.  He looks at me with a century old soul and cries like a fucking banshee.  There is nothing in the world I love more than him.  Nothing.

He came from the union of two people who were not supposed to happen.  The whole point of this blog two years ago was the FORBIDDEN love between Lunasea and I, and now that love IS the point of this blog.

Now, make no mistake.  Those of you here for the naked, wet, panting desire of it all won't be disappointed either. Lunasea and I exist on a very basic premise;

The key to any successful long-term relationship is to fuck ALOT of other people.  Keep reading, who knows, you might BE one.

I have been in some situations that would curl your fucking pubic hair.  Mythic orgies, the kind of LA casual sex bullshit you midwesterners watch Californication to get a taste of.  I didn't get to this state of steady bliss by sitting motionless.  I can fill this blog up for the next year with just the descriptions of faces I saw from across the room the changed my life.  In fact I'll do that.

But for now what you need to know is this.  Sirikit came with me.  We have shared the kinds of things that I always said I wanted, and always complained about not having.  We've had our problems, and we've gotten through them.

Through them all I have remained your servant, your faithful narrator, Giacomo Casanova, reborn in this digital age.  I am still addicted to the curve of her back, the knob of her thigh that begs to have teeth dragged over it.  I still cray out at the moon and call it down to me, and beg to share it with every one of you.

This blog is changing, and returning, and I want all of you back.  I've missed you so much, and there's so much to tell.

Won't you come with me?

And now, something I never showed you.  My face, just because I can.  Stay with me reader, it doesn't get any less interesting from here.  I promise.