Bacchus

Sunni: I bet that was pretty romantic! Did you blog about that much?

Bacchus: A bit, but not too much. If you search my archives for posts with titles starting "The Nymph In My Net" you'll get the whole story, including a few juicy details.

Sunni: Most of them must be in the archives I overlooked. Why don't you blog much about your own sexual experiences? From the bit of link browsing I did off of ErosBlog, it appears that male sex bloggers are pretty rare, and many of them are mostly griping about not getting enough from the wife or girlfriend. Or did I just choose poorly?

Bacchus: You didn't choose poorly. There's a vast numerical imbalance between male and female sex bloggers, and most of the men blogging are indeed lonely or sexually frustrated. I can think of a handful of happy-sounding, sexually-satisfied male sex bloggers, but it's a small handful. I don't blog much about my own sexual experiences -- on ErosBlog, anyway -- for a couple of reasons. The first is simply that when I started blogging, I was in the not-getting-any category, so I didn't have anything to bring to the party. By the time that changed, the ErosBlog formula had gotten pretty habitual and comfortable for me. The other reason is that, like a lot of guys, I've got a reluctance to kiss and tell -- I was raised to think that a sexual experience isn't really my story to tell, because of the lady who was in it. I think this is a culturally-induced gender difference between men and women, actually. Women, by all accounts, are prone to share their sexual escapades with one another in detail. Men -- good men -- aren't, despite the myth of the locker room. Wild bullshit stories get shared sometimes, yeah; but a man who actually tells details about the sex he has with his wife or girlfriend is thought to be something of an asshole.

Sunni: Interesting. And to my everlasting regret, I've some experience with that difference -- but at that time I thought locker room talk was real.

Bacchus: Oh, it's real enough. But it's not universal, or universally accepted. It's sort of like whistling at women on the street -- there's a subculture of assholes who do it, and a lot more men who wouldn't dream of it.

Sunni: I noticed the quote from Serenity at the top of your sidebar. I take it you're a fan?

Bacchus: Not a rabid fan, no, but I certainly enjoyed the movie. To me "fan" implies a certain active participation in a fan community that I lack, but you could certainly call me an enthusiast.

Sunni: What about Firefly? Did you know about it before the movie?

Bacchus: I missed it when it was broadcast, but picked it up on NetFlix and wound up buying the DVDs. The movie and shows together have an individualist flair that resonates with me. Everybody loves a good merry outlaw band, especially when the true evil of King John's men is made plain with no soft-soaping.

Sunni: Yeah, that's one of the things that I like best about the Firefly 'verse. My sweetie introduced me to Firefly a few years back, and I really liked it. But I liked the movie better, if only because it did such a great job of dropping so many terrific pro-freedom memes into the action. Is there a reason you chose that particular quote? Is it a challenge to all the Ashcroft-types out there?

Bacchus: The quote is up there at the top of the blog because it's a good motto for a sex blog in these sex-hostile times. "So, no more running. I aim to misbehave." It's not a challenge to anyone; I have no desire to be the mole in some neofascist game of whack-a-mole. It's more like a reminder to myself, whenever I feel the chilling effects of whichever anti-pornography initiative happens to be coming down the pike on any given day. Call it an inspirational message. If I could do needlepoint, I'd probably have it up on my wall under a view of Serenity blocked out in little square stitches.