Aaaah. How lovely. This day, one large year ago, I wrote my first post on Blogmark. Not long, compared to hoary veterans like Ramona and Dex and Mica and Gazza and Medusa, but long enough, in our churned up world.

Deep in the irony that is this unreal, murky place, the first person to comment was Jack.

How little I knew and how much I’ve learnt about what it means to represent oneself in a one dimensional space. Where touch and eye contact and body language are null and the only means of expression are your choice words and how you string them. And where merit is judged by your ability to spin.

It’s odd. A whole year spent in this virtual community. My friends are no longer surprised when I talk about what Dex said or what Flutter posted. They don’t give me that “ag, shame” look when I mutter about the blog interfering with my life again. They don’t pay any attention at all when I rail at the disappearance of AJ the existential blogmaster. They just nod sagely and change the subject.

Of course, being able to say I met my boy on a blog still gets some reaction. Especially in our fast dating, internet cruising, Dinner at Eight world. It was not intentional. It was not expected. And yet, here we are, talking about decisions like where we will live next year.

There are some nice little bits of synchronicity which have lurked into this year.  My first blog was about J, whose space in my center was still raw and healing then. Just recently, Chelsea won the FA cup and I didn’t gag once. Progress, she thinks wryly.

June 06 was marked with change. And oddly, this June, I’m finding myself marked with that change. Moved to an unrecognizable place in which I’m now strangely stuck. Finding it hard to identify what next, where next, why?

All said, I’m pretty damn glad I followed Sugar’s thread into the worm hole. And I’m glad I know a part of you, nomads of the ‘mark and fresh amagama dissidents. I’m glad.

40 thoughts on “365

  1. Arbchick says:

    Ta Dolce luv…we’re all glad to have met a slither of you too….

  2. dolce says:

    oh arb…I really hope you meant a slither…it’s so much more eloquent than a sliver!

  3. Arbchick says:

    Shit Dolce…typo darl’ – forgive the Arb and hook those bent little claws into someone else!

  4. Flutter says:

    Happy Blogaversary D!

    Hope the new year brings a lovely unsticking!

  5. dolce says:

    No no Arbie…I wasn’t being go go gaget claws! I thought for a second you’d been deliberate in using slither…it’s much more appropriate!

  6. dolce says:

    Thanks Fluts. Me too. It’s all far too much like emotional suburbia and I don’t like it….

  7. Arbchick says:

    Speak to me Dolce if you want tips on complicating your life…I have become an expert in emotional slaughter.

    *slithers away with claw holes, relieved that skin can and will be shed*

  8. dolce says:

    yeah, Arb…I wanted life simple, but this isn’t what I meant…that old adage about being careful what you wish for!


  9. arbchick says:

    Hear hear Dolce….you know – it is what you want, you just don’t know it yet – take it from me – ‘you only know what you had when it’s gone’ – and that includes that ‘I’m an OK person’ feeling. They say that murder is a bit like that. Once you’ve killed once….well…it’s easy after that. God…more for me to look forward to?

  10. dex says:

    I remember everything!

    I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
    I was barely seventeen and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar…

    Well, I remember you starting to blog, at any rate. Glad I’ve been able to get to know you. You’re delicious little thing, you.

  11. dolce says:

    I’d prefer a stratocaster, my little crap whisperer!

    ta very much.

    Haha – know what I remember…you scaling me out for “hitting” on you! Telling me you were a stable, happily married man. I still get the giggles when I think about that one. I still can’t work out if you were taking the piss, or if it’s the only time I’ve seen you kinda serious. (Except of course, when you’re seriously being serious).


  12. dolce says:

    Arbchicken…put the knife down and stop drinking so much coffee!

  13. dex says:

    Dolla! Sheesh, how many times do I have to explain to you what happened there???

    Yes, I was very serious. From your comments to your buddies on 24, it seemed like were blowing off what you thought was a serious invitation. Calling be ‘cagey’ behind my back, like i’d buy you a drink and attempt to put the moves on you.


    Ag, all a big misunderstanding. And I did apologise, remember?

    So, how about a beer sometime?

  14. dolce says:

    Oh Dexie, I know…I just like to haul out the old poker every now and then, just for kicks.

    see, though…just proves my point. It’s all the blog until it gets real!

    You gonna share one of those Amstels there, big boy?

  15. dex says:

    Sadly, Dolce, we took killed that stash on Friday. So now we can only get it at the pub. The one across the road from the Holiday-Inn.

    Just say when baby.

    (and ja, I totally agree with the ‘real’ thing)

  16. dolce says:

    *raised eyebrow*

    And you didn’t save me one?

  17. Ramon says:

    A year! Feels like 10!
    Glad to see you’re on top form.

    What day is tomorrow?

  18. dex says:

    Hey Ramon

    I think I remember… are we gonna sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday?

    Sheesh I remember your ooh-aah-I found a friend comment… man that was SO fuckin funny…

  19. Dolce says:

    it’s thursday (In SA) but the day after THAT is OUR WONDEROUS DAY OF BIRTHS!

    Don’t worry, birthday blogsharer…I have not forgotten…the whole blogosphere will resound with halelujahs!

  20. Dolce says:

    Haha – Dex it was wasn’t it. That’s the first moment that I realised Ramona was a) weird and b)weird! And we still haven’t watched any gay porn together!

  21. dex says:

    Dolla, i’m sure that was a comment on your blog. How about trying to find it and putting it up? (not just a link)

    pretty pleeaaasse?

  22. Dolce says:

    You nasty blogger….

    Just for prosperity….

    Dulce, we’re just gonna be great buddies from now on. Can’t wait. Can’t wait. So, what kind of food do you like, Are you into gay movies, like I am. God, this is great. I have a friend. I have a friend. Bloody hell. Amazing. Where do you live, are you married? I can’t believe it. This is just the best birthday present I have ever recieved, a blessing so to speak.

    Man, he was so CUUUUUUTE!

  23. dex says:

    HAHA that’s IT Dolce!!


    Shit I can’t stop laughing….

  24. Ramon says:

    See, I told you!

    *shakes head in embarrasment*

    I can’t believe I was such a prick just a year ago.
    And, no, Deks.
    I’m gonna have beer tomarrow – and a shot of Sambucca or two.
    By myself (online with you lot, probably)
    Man, I’m not gonna close an eye tonight!

  25. Dolce says:

    Aw, Ramona chicken….don’t sweat it. Just think, if you hadn’t said that, you and Dex wouldn’t have discovered the forbidden love that cannot be spoken. With vaso!

    Still, what a difference a year makes!

  26. arbchick says:

    Um Ramon….I feel less of a kluts around you now…..*swallows a torrent of gawhaffing!!*

  27. Ramon says:

    Enough already!

    That is funny!

  28. Dolce says:

    Oh Arbie….you don’t know the HALF of it.

    Jeez, can’t believe I’m getting all nostalgic about the bad old days.

  29. Arbchick says:

    Come on…sharing is caring

  30. Dolce says:

    Aaahhh…the time Mica and Dex decided to open a male escort company.

  31. Arbchick says:


  32. Dolce says:

    Jeez arb…your man must be one tired, skinny boy!

  33. arbchick says:

    Perche peaches?

  34. Dolce says:

    fish peaches? huh?

    I’m on the same thread as Vincent…the arb refrain…I WANT MORE!!!


  35. Katt says:

    Thanks for leaving your new link on The Katt Box. LOVE the strawberries. And the blog. 😀

  36. Dolce says:

    Hellooooooooooo……..nice to see you chicken! Ja, I like them strawberries too…maybe someone will cover me with cream!

  37. arbchick says:

    Tut tut Dolce – I left Vincent for you and you couldn’t even arouse a single comment??

  38. Dolce says:

    What? Once again, Arbola, I’m confused and confusticated…huh?

  39. Flutter says:

    Dolce, I think the word you’re looking for is confuckulated .

  40. dolce says:

    Flutter – that’s my new word de jour! confuckulated! Me like!

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