Who are you?

During a recent 24-hour period, almost 20% of my visits were by very frequent readers, people who return over and over to this blog. Evidently, what I write consistently interests, or arouses, or pisses off, these folks. People from all over the world, and close to home. Each of the towns or cities below had at least one (and in some cases several) very loyal readers of “My Dissolute Life.”

Auvergne (France)
Chapel Hill (NC, US)
Charlestown (MA, US)
Englewood (NJ, US)
Coal City (IL, US)
Ireland (no more granular detail provided)
London (UK)
New York City
Brooklyn
Bronx
Port Chester (NY, US)
Quezon City (Philippines)
Santa Ana (CA, US)
Singapore
Slough (UK)
St. Helen’s (UK)
West Lothian (UK)

These are people who’ve been to my blog a LOT. Enough to have caught my attention. A few, I know. (Hi, Dawn, and Smirk, and Marie.) And at least one other is a regular commenter. (Hi, luv2sex.)

If you’ve read me for a while, you know I have a fairly insatiable appetite for connection. If you read this blog and love – or hate – what I write, I’d love to hear from you. I hate (love) the idea that I’m a fairly constant and repeated presence in people’s reading lists and I know nothing about them. I don’t know how old they are, what sex they are, what else they read. I don’t even know anything about what drew them here initially, or what keeps them coming back.

My boundless narcissism craves a deeper understanding. Just what is it that brings you back here?