In the past few weeks, my website has been deemed pornographic and x-rated by indeterminate powers-that-be. How do I know?
John Brownstone (and others) can no longer access my website from the internet in their office. For whatever reason, I feel like I’ve arrived.
I’m x-rated. I’m dirty and dangerous. The kinky offerings of this site are not safe for office internet. The firewall says, “No.”
I don’t feel x-rated. I feel boring and staid. If I was truly pornographic, there’d be a lot more naked parts hanging around here.
But that’s okay.
I’ve learned a few things from this A to Z challenge (thank you sweet baby jeebus there are only two letters left after this one). In the beginning, it spurred my creativity. Now, it’s stalled. Okay, maybe life has had a little something to do with that.
If anyone came for the x-rated goodness, you might have to use my handy-dandy-took-too-long-to-add search button. And if you can’t get to my site from your computer at work – or the WiFi – while part of me says, “Awww, I’m sorry!”, another part says, “High five, y’all!”
Oh, and to prove I’m not a completely bad influence…shouldn’t you get back to work and stop trying to read smutty goodness while on the job??? I kid! More smutty goodness for everyone!
X is x-rated. I’d hoped to find a more creative “X” word but there aren’t that many available to choose from. Shocking, I know. Okay, only Y and Z to go.