If you're really, really interested, it started up somewhere in the vicinity of here with entries 525 and 526. Attitude was slung. Opinions were debated. It Jerry Springered out after 80 or more guestbook entries.

So, I'm not opening that can of worms again. But I was thinking about it today. The thing is, my emotional, relationship, I Love You side just doesn't relate to boys. My mushy side is all about the girls. But my Top with a capital T sexual side is wide-open pansexual. If it'll roll over and submit, I know what I want to do to it�boy, girl, tranny, whatever. Not that I have any experience topping across the gender charts. But I'm open to it. So that's where Mac falls. He's a playtoy.

On the health side of matters, my cough was 100 times better this morning than it has been. I didn't throw up for one thing, which is a heaping helping of improvement in my book. I've been hacking plenty throughout the day, but the spans of breathing easier have been much appreciated. I have a real live, in-person doctor's appointment at 9 a.m. tomorrow. I wanted someone to listen to my lungs just to make sure I don't have pneumonia or anything like that.

See, I have to be 100 percent well before my date with Mac. Not to mention my date with Molly.

Sara, by being willing to have sex with and kiss me even though I was obviously coming down with something, really took one for the team. But I wouldn't want to risk passing this shit on to anybody else, much less a first-timer. I would've called off the whole month of sex before I'd passed it on to Sara if I'd known how insidious this was going to be.

Date Report

Last night was pretty much a token "let Badsnake fuck me" from Deb. Don't get me wrong, we both enjoyed it, but Deb had already had a date with Jake, and it was late in the evening, and she didn't have a lot left. And I want to state here and now that I tremendously appreciate the effort that Deb has put into keeping the month of sex going while Sara is on the injured list. Deb and I have now had more consecutive nights of sex than we've had since our honeymoon phase. Of course then we were going at it all night. But still! A lot of wives would've said, "fuck it, you quit smoking already, I don't really have to do this." Not Deb. And Jake is still willing to lay it on the line, too, which I also appreciate.

Okay. I need to nap now. No additional October casualties.