Some sex bloggers feel the need to apologise when they fail to post about sex regularly.
To me, their apologies are unnecessary. I like it when the veil of fiction is dropped and a glimpse of human being is seen. As I have said before, the problem with sex blogging is that sooner or later you will run out of new ways to describe being fucked. Sex blogs inevitably become repetitive, the initial red-hot-sex-post-a-day slowly dwindling to maybe one or two a week. Or fewer. Correspondingly, the comments start to tail off as readers run out of anything new to say, other than "hawt".
So, the sex blogger can choose one of a number of routes. They can become ever more extreme in their recountings of fantastical adventures, they can accept that the only way to have fresh material to write about is to cover all of life's facets, not just the bumping uglies stuff, or they can close down and start anew, elsewhere, and regurgitate all their old material again.
I like it when they start to write about the rest of their lives. It interests me, making them more real, more three dimensional.
I was musing upon the plight of the one trick pony as I read a particularly lurid piece of prose earlier. My thought was this: what they would have to write about in ten years time?
There are many sex bloggers in that 40+ age bracket. They have reached the fabled mid-life crisis, have paid their dues being dutiful spouses, and now want to explore, to grab life with both hands and shag the arse off it before it's all too late. They want to share it all with an audience, to prove it's really happening, to be able to crow a little. "Look, look at me! I look like a normal frumpy forty year old, don't I? But I spent the night in a budget hotel room fucking people I met online, with a hunk of plastic up my arse! I am special! I am! Comment and tell me I am!"
Which is all well and good but what happens when being 40+ slides into 50+ and beyond? Are we to expect a great deal of geriatric sex blogging in the future? Beautiful and evocative tales of how slipping out your false teeth leads to a smoother blow job? How the anal play is trickier when working around hemorrhoids? How bending over for a flogging is great but it's a bugger straightening up again afterwards, what with having a dicky back and all?
I would read such posts avidly, actually, as they would be real and therefore interesting. However, I doubt they would fit with the hyper-perfection filter most sex bloggers use when they post their experiences. No one wants to read about the embarrassing bits, the unattractive bits. They want the fantasy fuck. And - leaving gerontophiles aside - geriatric sex ain't that.
So, where will today's sex bloggers be in a decade or two? Posting elsewhere about knitting or gardening? Or still flogging that one trick pony?