First, I’d like to thank Andrew for letting me take his blog out for a spin while he knocks back beers on the beach. “Savage Love” readers have been asking me to start a blog of my own for, oh, six or seven years now and I’ve resisted. I’m a Luddite, I confess, one of the ways in which my deeply conservative soul expresses itself. It was only a few years ago that I started accepting email at “Savage Love,” to give you on example of my fear of new technology, and much to my boyfriend’s dismay I’ve insisted on keeping a broken toaster for years (you have to hold that little-black-thing-you-push-down-to-start-the-toasting-process-is there a name for that thing?-which I’m happy to do while I read the paper As far as I’m concerned, better the impaired toaster you know, you know?)
Performance anxiety? I’ve got a touch. Maybe that’s why I’m rambling on about toasters, not a usual topic.
I usually work in a Q&A format-hell, after almost 15 years of writing an advice column I dream in a Q&A format. So if you’ve got a question for me, feel free to send it in via Andrew’s site, and, if I’m so moved, I’ll answer it. But it’ll have to be clean; I promised Andrew no smut, no lower-case santorum, no discussions of the latest sex toys or scandals. I reserve the right, however, to renege on that agreement if a sex scandal as irresistible as the case of the man who-how to put this delicately?-went home to Jesus after being the passive partner in a romantic interlude with a horse should break.
Since horse lovers are right out, as the Brits say, what should you expect from me this week? Well, a few more pop culture references than Andrew might make, a smattering of double- and single- entendres, a little more sneering contempt for politicians and little less devastating political analysis. If you hate Wonkette-and I don’t understand how could anyone hate Wonkette-you’ll probably hate me too.
Okay! On to matters with deadly serious political ramifications!
-posted by Dan
