Photo by figleaf (hey, that's me!). Posted under a Creative Commons license.

You know, I've been in kind of a depressed funk for about two years. As some of you've probably noticed. You know how it goes -- you start out blogging horny thoughts and flirting anonymously with other anonymous people and maybe the occasional erotic prose poen and then, perhaps after you've had your say you start noticing what else is happening in the world, and what's getting in the way of those aforementioned horny thoughts and anonymous flirting. And then you start digging in deeper and deeper, and you start seeing just what a colossal neurofibrillary tangles of customs, traditions, laws, phobias, obsessions, and manias society has built for itself. And then you get all bummed out and just grouse about gender dysfunction?

I don't mean that. I mean more like I've been "geez, I'm cranky, crabby, low-libido, going through the motions, you kids get off my lawn" bummed out.

Anyway, for around the last month or so -- since about a week before my vacation began in June maybe -- I've just started looking on the brighter side of life. I've been hugging my kids more (not sure I ever stopped that) but hugging my partner too, noticing cute women walking by, having deliciously erotic dreams and waking up at all hours with dreamy eyes and midnight erections. I've even been listening to pop radio and humming along -- something I didn't even do in my callow youth.

Of course I still get grumpy and if anything less composed (you should see some of the near-flaming comments I keep going back later and apologizing for on other people's blogs!) But I think even that might be part of the process -- sometimes I've been so even tempered it's just sounded silly.

Anyway, I think I want to start blogging not just about the sociology and politics of relationships, gender, and sex, I actually want to start blogging about sex and relationships!

Goodness knows it would be more predictable and less disruptive if this turns out to just be a passing phase and I'll return to being the stodgiest sex blogger since Andy Roony.

My guess would be probably. At the very least I'll at least settle down a bit.

But then again, maybe not.

I kind of hope not.

It was kind of boring.