More musing from Mark Antonious

Hullo, my lovelies, yes, it's me again. GA has been struggling as of late with what she wants to rant about. She emailed me several rough drafts for this blog and they were so controversial I immediately told her to delete them. Of course you all know what a pest she is, and she does get on her soap box about things. So...
I am here in her stead.
With the winter/Christmas and spring cologne campaigns done and dusted, I have more time for my loves and my life. But too much time to think.
Another year has past, and if you ask me, much too quickly. Are we really planning New Years yet again? 2012? My word where does it go?
Many of you who know me well understand I have a hatred of time...particularly the kind of time that tacks on ten years to you and didn't even tap you on the shoulder to say, sorry, love.
Whatever you do, do not wish me a happy birthday- They are not happy- quite the contrary.
All right, enough rambling, she did say I should have some message, some point.
I do have one.
It's about cheating. No, I haven't cheated on Steven. Calm down! I won't. I think I won't. No. I won't.
Here's my point. Now that Alexander has gotten Steven and I onto a social network, which you all know and I don't have to name here...how much thinner is the line between cheating and not cheating?
If you 'poke' a man...a lot. Is that cheating? What if you share flirtatious comments? Crossing the line then?
Having been a 'pretty boy' most of my life, I have had many suitors, some wanted, some most assuredly unwanted. I've had me bottom pinched, been kissed by strange women whilst standing in a lift, had propositions of the most dirty kind, endured men sending me photos of their penises, women writing me letters begging me to date them...well, the life of a supermodel I suppose I shan't complain too loudly. But, what if someone is intriguing? No, again, calm down, my lovelies, I am not going to cheat on my husbands. Lord knows I get enough cock from them every week. But still...do any of you fantasize? Perhaps find someone intriguing and begin to wonder...
I'm afraid I do. So? Where's the line? One poke? Two? A few flirtatious comments? Sex via IM? I don't rightly know.
But as a person growing older, with a fragile ego, (yes, you all know it's true!) I suppose I crave adoration. What individual moving closer to obscurity doesn't? Don't we all want the validation that we are still desirable? Fuckable? And an individual as insecure as myself? Well, perhaps it means the world. Will I have real intercourse with someone other than my boys? No. Will I want the delicious sexy comments reaffirming I am loved and desired? Bloody yes! Sorry, lovelies, I am human after all.
So forgive me my frailties, and make that love unconditional.
To err human. To forgive? Priceless!
Perhaps next time on this blog GA can leave the ranting about events that had passed recently. She's all a hyped up and stomping her feet whilst she speaks to me on the phone. The woman acts as if the world revolves around her. It bloody well doesn't. But for now, be good boys and girls, keep loving each other, and have wonderful sex...with your darkest fantasy-
xxoo
Mark