Homo ewritus: Blogs are for deep dark secrets, and maybe also cat pictures

I've decided to start a blog. I can't explain it, but everyone else has started a blog, so why shouldn't I?

(While the above is a rhetorical question, it should be answered by the end of this post anyway.)

I (well not I, exactly)... but someone surely spent $200,000 to teach me how to string words together in a way that doesn't sound completely absurd.

Someone could have spent at least $5 to do the same for ingenude Lela Star.

The best way I can think to put that hard earned money to work is by vomiting my largely offensive thoughts onto a webpage.

You are welcome.

This desire, plus my love of puns and my ill-chosen profession has resulted in the name of my blog. I hope that it shall confuse a great many LGBT activists and biological science enthusiasts alike.

There "scientists." Enjoy your missing link, nerds.

There, making everyone happy.

Onto the main point though: deep dark secrets. When it comes to things going on in my life, I pretty much have a verbal filter equivalent to whatever's been keeping Sasha Grey's nethers intact.

Deep Dark Secret #1: I picture Sasha Grey's nethers to now look like the tattered wings of a demon skeleton.

*Sidenote, I promise to try not to mention another ingenude for the rest of this whole blog post -- my sincerest apologies, Mormon Grandma. There's no such thing as Sasha Grey. Or her threadbare, demon winged nethers.

Right, so I believe what I meant to say was that I don't have a sufficient filter. I pretty much just tell everyone whatever I'm thinking about, because I fear that if I don't it will make me go insane.

For this reason, and my personal war against taboos... I am going to lay everything out in this blog.

Tomorrow I will begin my quest of Deep Dark Secrets, and it shall be named Homo ewritus.

In an effort to regularly release my brain monsters...