25 October 2007

H is for ...

Hi again.


There has been much speculation (in both blog comments and in my private email) regarding what precipitated my disappearance six months ago (almost to the day). Among them:

  • I'd had a relapse of the flu I'd suffered shortly before my hiatus.
  • Amy was upset about the blog.
  • I'd died (!).
  • Amy and I were breaking up.
  • Amy was pregnant (!!).

I'm happy to say that none of these suppositions were correct. (Though if I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, there are fleeting moments when I wouldn't mind if Amy were pregnant again. But don't tell her.)

If I were feeling inspired to be dramatic, I could probably spin a yarn about how Amy and her secret lover kidnapped me (after leaving the kids with the neighbors) and took me to their Costa Rican love dungeon, only releasing me lo these months later after I had achieved a sexual nirvana heretofore unexpereienced by humankind.

But it's not that interesting. In fact, it's not even as interesting as what the rest of you came up with. It was just ... life. Among the "lowlights" y'all missed (all of which contributed, in greater or lesser degrees, to my prolonged absence):

  • deadlines for major projects at work, taking me out of commission for most of May, August, and part of September;
  • two family vacations this summer!
  • a ridiculous number of commitments related to a kid's school and extracurricular activities;
  • numerous visits to our home by family members; and
  • many medical- and work-related issues for Amy

Notice anything in particular missing from that list?

Yep. Conspicuously absent would be Energetic, sweaty, ball-slapping fucking like the feral creatures from which I'm sure we evolved.

Most of the items on that second list will explain the lack of cum-dripping adventures, but none more so than the last one. It's been one of those years for Amy where one medical "event" after another has made her feel much, much older than her years. I know that many of you can relate. And all of this preoccupation with her health has put a severe damper on our sexual activity. It's not that there has been zero orgasms; we did "fit it in" (wink wink, nudge nudge) a few times this last half-year. And some of the sex has been truly awesome. But fun nights have been few and far between, and time to document them simply hasn't been there.

Since I defined this blog pretty narrowly from the outset as being about sex ... well, there hasn't been a lot to write about. But if I'm going to be honest, this wasn't the only reason I stopped. Honestly, with the amount I posted for the blog's first four-and-a-half months, it was going to be hard for me under the best of circumstances to keep up that sort of pace. I was feeling burned out.

But I wasn't expecting to take this long of a break. And I also wasn't expecting that the event that would get me off my middle-aged ass and get writing again would be the "hiatus" of one of my all-time favorite bloggers, La fille mariée. The blogosphere was robbed of an important voice when she decided to type the light fantastic. And while I'm not for a minute believing that my voice can in any way fill the void left by her departure, her leaving did make me realize that I didn't want The Concupiscent Husband to die completely.

So, I'm back, if in a slightly less regular form. One of the ways I hope to keep this blog (and myself) fresh is to not feel the need to post as often as before. I'm not short of ideas: I currently have 26 posts in draft form, all different topics, waiting for my attention. And there is such a good amount of material out there from the sex blogs that are out there that I am certain I will be able to take in your experiences and ideas, chew them for awhile, and spit them back into the atmosphere with a new flavor. If, uh, that metaphor of regurgitated sexual philosophy wasn't too disgusting for you to dwell on. Quick, think of big cocks and tits and get back to what you really want to be dwelling on in your office cubicle.

There's something refreshing from starting at Square One again. Maybe I build a whole new audience. Maybe some of you who still find my posts relevant might give me another gander. But this blog thing doesn't really work if I don't write for myself first, and trust that the audience will find me.

I'm actually looking forward to doing this again. Okay, okay. To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to doing that again . . . and then describing that to you in all its energetic, sweaty, ball-slapping, over-wordy detail.


Anonymous said...

Awwwwwww, honey. I am so glad to see this post. And you know I adore you. You can more than fill any void left by my pseudo-departure (the blog's done, but I just keep hanging around commenting somehow, like some hanger-arounder-commenter). Welcome back. XO

AmyElle said...

YAY! I missed you. I am very glad to see you are still around outside of the few times I see you pop online. I look forward to more posts from you.

Don'tWakeTheKids said...

Welcome back! I'm looking forward to reading more of your less regular posts. You've inspired me to take up my blog again; we'll see if I actually get up off MY not-quite-middle-aged ass and do anything about it.


Davina said...

Thank you for coming back. And, for the response to the email. I appreciate your time.


The Middle Child said...

WELCOME BACK!!!! I've missed reading your blog. Stick around a while this time please!!!

Have a super day!


Penelope said...

You're ALIVE!!! I've missed your posts and kept your link on our page, hoping you'd come back!

A Pervert Looks at 40 said...

Welcome back :)

Denis Connor said...

Thanks to many of my fave bloggers (and a few other friends) for your sweet welcome back.

Mandy said...

Hey, welcome back, you've been missed :) I can totally identify on the burnout thing, too - trying to deal with that myself right now! At least it's nice to be writing again, and it feels more like a winter activity, oddly enough.