Dear Blog.co.uk

I am pissed off.
Yes.
With you.
I am an excellent writer whether the topic is sex or sun or sea or survival.
Absolutely no way does my blog belong to a 'sex' site! Yuk.
Anyone writing a 'sex' blog will be completely overshadowed by my engaging skill as a writer.
A sex blog is usually fantasy driven; technically lacking in sophisticated language; narrow and, to be honest, a bit rough...dare I say...common.

Let's get something straight.
I generate a fair amount of traffic.
Many comments on posts with or without sex.
I engage.
I entertain.
I am honest and frank and open.
The very honesty of my words draws people and honesty defines my writing.
The world has enough cautious words and not enough open words.
I am not here to harm.

I am here to be me.

Yes...to the anonymous complainant...this is all me....
Unbelievable....well,...sometimes.
My words encapsulate my passions.
My words encapsulate my fears, my hopes, my dreams, my actions and my experiences.

Why then, can YOU not resist reading me?
YOU have to read in order to complain.

You see the provocative image of my blog.
You read my description.
You read my introduction in HUGE LETTERS with a (NO LONGER) subtle 18+ warning.
You absorb the title.
You read the post.....

THEN...you complain.

Gosh...how unintelligent and how withered you must be.
How the guilt fills you with poisonlike deadliness after you masterbate; after you watch some porn; after you fantasise about schoolgirls....

Let your guilt continue to seep with as much energy as my creativity and passion flows.

You will never make me dead.