Toluu : One D at a Time

One D at a Time

I can't fucking believe I forgot to mention this, because it was the highlight of my month. Rich and I filmed an installment of Pot Psychology with two America's Next Top Model Cycle 10 alums, Lauren and Amis (whose real name is Amy, but Tyra made her change it because there was already another Amy). Check it out here.

FAQ YOUSeptember 23

Ever since I announced that I'm getting married, I've received a lot of congratulations (thanks!), unsolicited comments from complete fucking strangers claiming to know why I decided to do this ("Deep down, all insecure sluts just want to be loved") and gleefully remarking about how I'll soon be divorced. I mean, I'm not gonna even attempt to get into the psyche of anonymous commenters. I just don't get their deal, and I never will. I can't imagine having the time on my hands to obsess about someone I claim to hate, follow their writing and then going out of my way to try to make them feel bad. (Not that it works, motherfuckers.) Anyway, I wanted to take some time to answer some frequently asked questions.

Now that you're getting married, does this mean the end of your blog?
Good question! I really don't know. I obviously have gone from one D at a time to one D all the time, so consuming men like they're tapas isn't a part of my life anymore. But what people who don't know me don't realize is that most of the sex stories I've written here weren't in chronological order or real time. It was more like picking and choosing some of the more outrageous stories over the past 12 years of fucking. It's kinda like the Weight Watch

Making a Ho a HousewifeSeptember 8

This is going to ruin my reputation as a slut.

Reader MailAugust 29

I get a lot of email from readers, and most of it is really nice and supportive. (I suck with correspondence. I have voicemail and email anxiety, so I rarely ever get back to people. Sorry.) But I get plenty of assy emails, too. It's completely beyond me why someone would want to take time out of their day to email a complete stranger to tell them they don't agree with their lifestyle. Like, do they really think that they'll have some kind of an impact on me? That after all the shit I've written on this site, their poorly-crafted email will change my life and my entire way of thinking, like, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am an immoral whore who should be ashamed of herself."

Sometimes the emails—like many of the trollish comments on this site—really remind me how close-minded, prudish, judgmental, and fucking sexist some people are. I received a string of emails recently from one such person, and I decided to share them.

From: RICK SCORSESE <rickpan125@mac.com>
Date: Mon, Aug 18, 2008
Subject: You are a lying sack of Shit

You brag about herpes and claim to keep it a secret? What a CUNT! Posting your shit on the internet doesn't mean anything asshole. You are spreading your disease to other people when you meet them on a date and end up fucking them. Did you know it's a crime to hide a disease from a sex partner? I hope you get canned.

From: RICK SCORSESE <rickpan125@mac.com>
Date: Tue, Aug 26, 2008
Subject:

Dirty SouthAugust 26

I just recently got back from a much-needed vacation. I went down to Tennessee (Dollywood, Graceland, etc.), so I'll post more on that later.

When I got home, Rich and I were part of this comedy thing (for Pot Psychology) in Brooklyn at which Sarah Silverman performed! You can read about that here.