Queer Niche

Letters Home is currently one of the best German expat blogs out there; and he recently flattered me.

Ian in Hamburg said I was going for a niche, particularly the “gay expatriate” corner of the blogging world.

Strange because I’ve felt that my blog’s readership would be greater if I picked one thing to focus on: gay or expatriate.

I feel like my material vacillates wildly between so many random subjects that one cannot really get a handle on what I write about easily. In January I wrote about topics as varied as my time in Guadalajara (Gay, Cultural, Tequila), an airline/airport listing, VR Bank Weimar’s Miserable Dienstleistung, the German Language, as well as a few posts about gay things.

There’s no consistency in my writings and I suspect some of what I write about (say Basshunter liking to use his penis) turns off a large number of potential readers—yet it’s what I write about and what comes out of my finger tips.

Currently I have been on a gay sweep—or at least a sex-like sweep of some kind; neglecting the expatriate side of life—something I am sure that will, ultimately, return. However I can forecast that there’s going to be at least one more gay post this week: a big one on Friday that is a result of my recent discovery that a somewhat unserious post about Weimar’s gay cruising scene is currently the number 2 result when searching German Google for “Gay Weimar”!! I also have a post about vintage gay porn that I bought in Portland—it’s getting closer to being written.

I also have a satire about the train ride from Wemiar to Jena brewing—it will probably be ready by the end of the month.

Underwear Update: It is with no sense of irony in a post where I wonder if people are turned off by random penile posts when I have to say I have a new favorite underwear brand name: Dirty Fukker.

Credit Card Update: I got my credit card statement. Miserable Dienstleistung means that inside the statement offers for discounts at six different retailers were inside. Nicely in order to get the discounts one needs to use a MasterCard; the same MasterCard that I don’t have: Dirty Fuckers.