Sunday Confession
I’m sorry to say the story you are reading is about neither walls nor dicks. It’s a story about the real me.
I don’t know if y’all like the more informal posts I put out on Sundays. I mostly have to gauge interest by number of likes (not the best metric), but we work with what we’ve got. Not that I should necessarily put out content similar to previously well-liked posts. By that logic, I would only write about the Wall of Dicks for the rest of my life. Of course, part of the reason people liked the Wall of Dicks so much is probably because it was something new. And it was lighthearted and fun. I have a pet hypothesis that people are more willing to share and engage in humorous erotica, because there’s an element of plausible deniability - “I was here for the laughs, not the dicks!” Not that the Wall of Dicks post was terribly erotic in the traditional sense. In any case, I’m sorry to say the story you are reading is about neither walls nor dicks.
It’s a story about the real me.
A confession.
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