I know. It has been literally years since I last made a WeekBiWeek post. I still have not answered my old questions of just how much of my real-life self I should connect to WeekBiWeek, nor resolved my issue of balancing all the various projects I want to manage.
Still, a current project brought WeekBiWeek to the forefront of my mind more than it has been in a while. I am sketching the thumbnail page layouts of a porn comic. I have written a few porn scripts before. Heck, the very first full story I wrote for what has since been a “clean” comic for many years was a story of a previously-straight woman having sex with another woman for the first time. Come to think of it, many of my stories feature previously-straight characters enjoying “first time” same-sex experiences. I think I have a fetish, there.
Anyway, I am finally actually drawing a porn comic. 42 years old, making comics for 16 years, and just now getting around to drawing my first porn comic. Late bloomer, anyone?
Drawing the porn comic has brought forth some interesting challenges. This may surprise you, Dear Reader, but I generally do not look at porn much. Nor do I read it much. Most of the porn I consume is from my own imagination… with the exception of porn comics. I do like a good porn comic. That qualifier of “good” means I still do not consume a lot of porn; most porn comics are not remotely good.
Anyway..! I now am drawing porn. This means I spend hours at a time focusing on my fantasy narrative while trying to provide it visuals. My fantasy narrative… which is written out of my sexual fantasies… Yes, regular masturbation during this project is a thing, thank you for asking.
Wow, this was all just to explain why I was finally dusting off WeekBiWeek after so many years. I had a completely different topic in mind when I started this, but wanted to acknowledge the years-long silence before launching straight into my discussion about sex toys. For the sake of brevity, I shall save that for next Monday.
WeekBiWeek has not been updating lately. Despite my previous plans — and some posts that have been partially-written WIPs since 2014 — I simply have not come back to it. This is mainly due to two big reasons.
Continue reading “The Future of WeekBiWeek”
Welcome, 2016! Yes, I know it has been a ridiculously long time since I last posted to this blog. Yes, the first month of 2016 is already more than half gone. Still, I am here now.
I have a few experiences I want to share. They are too much for one post, so I thought I would tell you want you can expect over the next few weeks.
Continue reading “Some Posts to Come”
I was forcibly reminded of how very dependent I have become upon free Google services this week.
Continue reading “No Love for Feeds?”
Regular readers may have noticed that Week Bi Week has not been updating weekly lately. My focus has just been elsewhere recently.
So, I might as well take a planned and announced hiatus, rather than continue with my current unplanned one that leaves you dangling. Please check back in April, when I expect to be happy to narrate sexy goodness or blather on relationships again.
I look forward to seeing you again in six weeks! Thanks!
I looked at the date of my last entry and said, “Woah, nearly a month? I should post something new!”
Continue reading “Wrong Kind of Pussy”
Because what online journal is complete without a pointless post of quiz results?
Continue reading “BDSM Quiz Results”
I should have asked for input before I gave BG that name. “BiGuy” might be succinct, but certainly is not as entertaining as other suggestions since provided.
Continue reading “Playmate Names”
Blogging about sex sometimes frustrates and disappoints me. Specifically, my failure to successfully recapture the pleasures experienced during sex frustrates and disappoints me.
Continue reading “Inadequate Summaries”
As I previously noted, SwingBot actually photographed and recorded our play date with BG last Tuesday. Though we watched some of that content that night, I have not been comfortable with the thought of doing so again. I should get comfortable with it, though, since my memory apparently skipped at least one moment.
Continue reading “Why I Need Videos”