This isn’t what I was planning on posting today.
In fact, I have most of another post written. A fun, flirty, kind of naughty post about sex and fuckbuddies and all kinds of things that make me blush a little.
But I had to put that away.
I’ve known for a while that I’d need to write this. I’ve just been putting it off.
I am Simone Grant. But I’m not. Just about everyone has figured that out. I don’t want the men I date to know about this blog. That would create a level of complication/drama that I’m not prepared to deal with.
However, I haven’t made it impossible for people to find out the truth, either. I am not a good liar. Nor am I good actress. So, until last week I made it completely possible for any guy who wanted to know the truth to find it. And yes, I can see how dangerous that might be. I can be an idiot sometimes.
I’ve actually been found out. Twice. The first time passed with barely a mention. It was acknowledged and then we moved on. I didn’t mention it on the blog, because I didn’t want to make a big deal of it. And I really valued how cool the guy was about it. I don’t know if he read what I wrote about him or still reads the blog.
The second time I was found out didn’t go so well. The guy in question left some comments on the blog that I felt I needed to delete. I rarely delete comments. But I felt it best to delete these. I didn’t want the comments section to turn into a he said/she said. Been there, done that. He also private messaged at least one of my frequent readers and set up a Twitter account with the lone purpose of taunting me.
It’s his right. I guess.
I’ve always been super-careful to protect the identities of the men I write about (tinkering with minor details, etc), even when letting the names out could be a boon to this blog. I do that not only to protect myself and my privacy but because I think people shouldn’t have to read shit about themselves online. Even if someone is a dick to me, he shouldn’t have to wake up one morning and read that I think he was a dick to me.
Anyone who seeks out my blog and then chooses to read it, knowing full well what it is by one quick look at the header, well that person should know what they’re getting into. I’d file that under, “looking for trouble”.
I’m not spoiling for a fight here. Seriously, I’m not. I just wanted to give my daily readers an explanation for some of the weirdness of the past week. I’m hoping that weirdness is over.
And, don’t worry. I’ve been working to make it a little harder for men to find out about the blog. I hate lying. But not nearly as much as I hate feeling attacked.