buggered as a boy

Hey, all. I’ve had a staggering response to this project, and I have so many emails and messages to respond to…

So I’m buggering off overseas. We have been fortunate enough to be invited by an amazing and generous blonde Kenyan lass to spend a week at Drenagh Castle in County Londonderry, and are then going to celebrate out tenth anniversary of running off to the Boston town hall and getting… Married….

I have so many things to write about right now… People are asking some great questions and prompting much fun thought. I REALLY HOPE I don’t feel the need to keep writing while I’m away. But secretly I also hope I do…

PLEASE ask questions. Think of me as your oracle of buggery, your portable prophet of pederasty… And again, I’d live to have others put fingers to keyboard and send me things to post. You’ll be as utterly anonymous as you desire.

By the way – 10 years of marriage, for a buggeree, is pretty damn good. People say I’m brave writing this blog. Have you tried being married to a Greek? THAT is bravery.