Plenty has happened and I will tell you some:

I fell in love.

Remember the Miles Davis of cunnilingus? I moved in with him.

This has cut into my blogging time.

But I just approved the back cover copy for one of my soon-to-be-published books for Central Recovery Press, and in the bio section, in addition to listing my other publishers, I listed this blog, On the Natch, on Open Salon. So I figured I'd better match the deed to the word and start blogging again.

I can't honestly say I've missed blogging, because my life has become a non-stop round of sex, work, and as little sleep as I (and he) can get by on. Sex trumps blogging.

I haven't worn underpants since May; no point. I've barely collected my mail. My grandkids have forgotten what I look like. I can't see out the windshield of my car. Sex trumps everything.

However, when we woke up this morning and realized neither of us had a clean shirt to put on to wear to the jobs we have become very bad at, somthing had to give. So.

I'm b-a-a-a-a-a-a-c-k!

 portrait by Duaneart