Four years ago I met DD and sex started featuring prominently in my … blog stats.
I had my first date with DD around the same time as HouseGoesHome went sort of viral with a series of blog posts about the “triceratops position”.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock you’ll have heard me tell the story a zillion times. In 2013, I wrote a post about two authors who’ve made a fortune from writing porn featuring women having sex with dinosaurs. It was called “Ever Imagined Being Ravished By A Triceratops”.
(“Mating with the raptor” … what the actual? Those book covers still make me giggle.)
I wrote a follow-up post called A funny thing happened when I talked about sex on October 4, 2014, which pondered why people were searching “triceratops sex” and stumbling across HouseGoesHome.
I was totally confused by the avalanche of visitors to my site that followed, until a reader finally filled me in: a US TV show called Blackish aired a particularly risque episode referencing a sex position called the “triceratops” and viewers got their knickers in a knot, clammering to discover what it was.
Since I was one of the few people in the world who’d written the words “triceratops” and “sex” in two blog posts, HouseGoesHome was pushed high up the search engines.
Except my blog offered absolutely no clues about what the dinosaur inspired sex act it might be.
I immediately joined the masses in Googling “triceratops sex position” and discovered that it’s fairly, er, confronting.
I can’t quite bring myself to even explain the tamer version, aside from pointing out that a triceratops has three horns …
The dirtier version … oh gawd.
Aaaaand, that’s a long-winded way of telling you that a post I wrote in 2014 was my top blog post for 2018.
Doesn’t that make me feel fabulous about all the blood, sweat and typing I’ve done this year? Actually, it doesn’t bother me at all – I realised a long time ago that HouseGoesHome’s primary purpose is personal therapy. I can’t afford the hundreds of dollars it costs to sit on a psychologist’s couch for an hour, so writing has become my release.
Having readers along for the journey is just a lovely bonus. Thank you for joining me for another year of blogging!
Erm … although … I’ve just checked out my other nine top stories and NONE of them were written this year.
Oh well, here’s the top 10:
- A funny thing happened when I talked about sex
- When your brain battles with your ovaries
- I can’t adult today – please don’t make me
- 50-year-old men are really hot
- 10 amazing loot bags
- I can’t stop thinking about Sandra Bullock’s thighs
- HouseGoesHollywood: guess who tweeted their baby’s circumcision?
- 14 incredible cubby houses
- Different shades of grey
- Giving birth in the ’80s was SCARY
As for the top blog post I actually wrote this year … it came in at No.12 and is called “The secret I didn’t tell you”.
Song of the day: Berlin “Sex”