Nearly three months of silence, but no, I run no risk: a news blackout was accidental, possibly due to the intensity with which I lived through this period, with too many commitments, more or less pleasant, the constant mood swings I have done more than once to pass the desire to write.
Sure, I can not say that I was bored. Paranoia apart from the too young age of some new knowledge, I have paid even more unpleasant for other reasons, I must say that the situation seems to be in the process of recovery. The only thing that continues to upset me is the "timidity", if that can be defined, to some, the rest I'm accustomed to, a way or another. For the people that I've written (many of which continue to be alive without reason, from time to time), has run a full gallery added, to describe what I'm not just another month, I'm afraid. Meanwhile, however, I feel more relaxed in many ways, including the hormone: while the approach of spring awakening star apparently indiscriminately men, half men, and ominicchi quaquaraquà, I am absolutely calm, contented and satisfied. And no, I bought a vibrator, and I found him fuck me right. Not yet.
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