Anonymous Friday

[yiskah]

I am sat in the office/house waiting for the rain to stop so that I can actually go and do something (Southern Sudan basically grinds to a halt when it rains), but given that I am about to head out and be offline for much of the day, how about some ANONYMOUS COMMENTS while I'm gone? Tell me your secrets, tell me who you fancy, tell me what's good in your life and what's bad, tell me FILTHY SEX STORIES. Or ask me a question! If you want.

GO GO GO.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I am in utter awe of the number of people having sex on Hampstead Heath, and not infrequently in a children's fenced playground a little ways off from Golders Green.

Except that I am also one of a number of people occasionally having sex on Hampstead Heath (though not in the midst of the children's playground), particularly because at home, there's my partner's violently demented mother and her NHS carers to deal with. But not really only because of that.

And now I am a whole continent and ocean apart from him, but I really wish I weren't, because sex on Hampstead Heath would be lovely in a way that tops sex via Google Chat, even though I love that we can make that work, too.

But OMG, some nights on the Heath the acoustics were very good, and I was amazed just because you would be unlikely to find anything of that frequency in my part of the states.

But it was charming, too, in its own strange way.

[(Anonymous)]

Sex via internet communication methods (we used to use Skype) with your long-distance partner can be pretty good, can't it?

[(Anonymous)]

It is absolutely great; I don't mean to knock that aspect of it at all.