The Over-Educated Nympho

Today I broke six digits for the number of visitors to my site since my first day, over nineteen months ago. It’s pretty fucking cool to think it was only a month and a half ago I was at 75,000 visitors, and less than two months before that was 50,000. Whoa. Dude.

Thanks to the 100,000th visitor, someone from Chicago who found me by doing a google search for “she between my legs.” I love you too, man.

I especially want to thank all of my regular readers who take the time out of your day to visit my tiny little portion of the blogosphere. Thank you for visiting me that first time, whether it was a link from someone else or a google search for “a stronger man would wear bat nipples with more confidence,” “how to break up with a psycho,” or “I just threw my shoulder pads in the street” (all real searches by which visitors stumbled across my blog). Every single one of you weirdos has a special place in my heart.

In all seriousness, my beloved readers, thank you for sticking around through the bad times, especially that long time I disappeared from the blogosphere because I was afraid to say all those many things I wasn’t ready to admit to myself. I don’t want to sound like a sappy lame-ass, but since it’s already too late–you have no idea how much your encouraging comments and emails have helped me through some really tough times. A lot of you newer readers think I’m some sort of self-made badass, which is a big fat I don’t fucking think so. You, my readers, have helped pull out of me what I was looking for all along, my real voice. The one who says every damn thing that crosses her mind.

I’m still stumbling with how to have this voice turned on all the time, let alone make it louder and stronger. This evolving voice has a helluva lot to say, about the sexy, the ugly, the gritty–and I’ll be goddamned if I ever lose it again.

xoxo
Vix

A couple years ago a thirtysomething guy I was dating (screwing, whatever) told me that in five years I would be a very becoming woman.

In response to my eyes narrowing he added, “of course you’re good-looking now, but it’s obvious that you’re young. In five years, you’ll be stunning. Age will suit you better, I think.”

I didn’t know whether to say thank you or smack him.

This little conversation has stayed with me ever since. That was three years ago. I have two years left to grow up and become stunning.

I think I’m behind schedule.