I’m not the only one who’s blogging about me. Today I came across an Amazon author’s blog (yes, there are such things). Here’s an excerpt from an entry entitled “Saturday, Act II - The Swains” posted at 6:03 PM PST, February 26, 2006 (thinking that for safety’s sake, better not go any further with the identifying details):

In the summer of 2005…I went a little crazy once again. Wait. It wasn’t “a little.” It was all the nuns I ever knew spinning in their graves. Yes, there is a Cosmo myth that’s not a myth. Riding crops have charms. My apartment, I explained to my concerned therapist & psychiatrist, has very thin walls. I could make myself heard in an emergency.

Out of that field two men emerged. One is nearly a boy — 35: C. We’ll call him C. The other is a self-described poly-amorous man my age who reminds me very much of Eye-ore. D. We’ll call him D.

Into the mix came an email from Phone Boy, S.

C has more than a few personal problems to work out but he has my heart. I’ve never laughed & cried & experienced the Cosmo myth all at the same time. But that’s what he does to me. He’s also 2000 miles away & not in a communicative mood as he faces down some badass demons. D has a sort of harum & the Eye-ore thing can get tedious. H & A are friends. S puts in an occasional word, & has the most incredibly sexy voice & the most incredibly sexy words I’ve every witnessed.

Somehow or another it all sort of works. I miss C. Sometimes it’s an icicle in my heart. Mostly, though, I know what he’s dealing with & for once I’ve protected myself. I have swains.

I’m “C”. Wonder what that stands for. What do you think?

…personal problems…

…badass demons…

…country lads & young mute shepherds…