About The Chahee

Wednesday decided to spruce up the “About” Section…

Yes, this is a remake (I’m leaving the original).

I’m 28 now after all…

I still live in the Midwest (land of Brad Pitt’s origins). I’m still single (with all the… “I’m still…” why am I updating this?—not the point, moving on).

I’m no longer in insurance (which is what prompted the update); however, I still have my P&C license. I now work in a call center for a telecommunications company (god, that sounded depressing). But I actually “enjoy” my job more—and make more money—than before.

I’d like to think that I’m getting more handsome with age. And I now have a beard. And I’m used to mediocrity. I embrace mediocrity (look out, I’m running off at the keyboard).

Back on point.

I’m still having sex with random strangers and “reporting” about it (however, the reports are a little more “discrete” than before—age makes us prudes…you know the details anyway). Almost all of my friends are either married, engaged, or in a relationship (thank god for the handful of you that are still single). I no longer worship Mandy Stadtmiller for making up that story that I based my life on for so long (bitch doesn’t follow me on Twitter).

And now when I get drunk, I create an alternate persona to deal with the madness. Viva La Revolution!

I continue writing the blog, because I can. I have a voice damn it, and it will be heard…er…read. Yeah! Hell, yeah! Sometimes, it’s just nice to tell someone that I don’t know the stuff that no one needs to know. I’m more censored than I used to be (too many people I know read…hell, my whole readership are people I know).

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I’m 26, gay, and from a small town in the Midwest.

I’m probably not the most handsome person you’ve ever seen. I’m probably not the smartest person you’ll ever meet. And I’m probably not the best writer you’ll ever read. However, I’m not the ugliest, dumbest, or worst either. I’d like to think I’m pleasantly average (maybe above in certain facets).




The picture of the cat in the t-shirt is my sovereign token. It’s from a story I read by Mandy Stadtmiller about a failed internet/blind date. The cat holds a special significance for me as I, too, have sent it to the many douche bags I’ve met online.

At one point, it was kind of my calling card.

I can’t exactly tell you why I started a blog; however, I think it was to keep things straight (so to speak). I think it was to get it out and put it all down. It’s mostly about my sex life.

That’s the thing you should know about me. I have very little shame (if any at all). If you were to ask me, I’d tell you anything you’d want to know (and probably some stuff you didn’t). So, no, I don’t just write about the good times—I’ll write about the embarrassing things (or what I should be embarrassed about); I’ll definitely share the bad stuff.

I try to be as candid as possible without being too overtly lewd. I never saw what the big deal about it was. I mean it’s just sex. We’ve all had it or are planning to have it or want to have it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have it all the time—that’s when I write about the other stuff that’s going on in my life.

So if is “just sex” why do I write about it at all? Well, that’s my prerogative. It’s just some of the more interesting facets of my life to talk about—I mean, I work in insurance; it’s not that interesting. My friends are cool though, and we have some great times; and I write about those times, too.

All of it’s true—from my perspective at least. All of it happened. Some names and places have been changed (or skewed into creative pseudonyms) to preserve the privacy of all the parties involved.

Feel free to comment, feel free to email me your questions and concerns, and feel free to hit on me all you want. Hell, if you’re good (or bad) enough, you’ll probably make a post. I do love a good story.