Sunday, February 11, 2007

I am a Man. Apparently.

Golly. Emails from readers are flying in thick and fast (emphasis on thick). Two in one week! But, alas, far from the offerings of lavish gifts one might have hoped for, I have been told off (I think), and now, my very existence is considered to be of questionable veracity.

Dear Mrs Smith
I enjoy your blog. But please rescue me from sleepless nights. You are surely, an undernourished male, living in Gore?

Dear Deborah,

Am I really a man from Gore? Gore! As if!
That you consider my really, very unremarkable life to be a work of fiction, is extremely flattering to me, but unfortunately demonstrates the paucity of your own existence.

Bugger off,

Mrs Smith


Cactus Kate said...

When I first started blogging I was frequently accused of being a man.

A dramatic post on blow jobs put an end to that theory however.

I suggest doing likewise in expanding on the 10yr old thing.

Of course you could be a gay man :)

natalie biz said...

it may partly be my fault.

if so, I apologise.

Mrs Smith said...

Natalie - that you are guilty of planting the idea in people's heads that other women are really men, is nothing to be ashamed of. I do the same thing myself, when unjustly provoked.