I am totally obsessed with my blog these days. It’s a new toy and I’m playing the hell out of it.
I like to check my statistics on a regular basis and try to figure out what types of posts are resonating with readers.
Here are some interesting facts:
- I currently have 78 followers, which makes me more popular than Charles Manson.
- The most views that I’ve received in a single day is 100, which was when I posted It takes a real butch to wear pink socks and flowered underwear and In celebration of National Coming Out Day.
I’ve also analyzed the search engine terms from my Stats page to see the various searches that have led people to The Flannel Files. Most people have found my blog searching for normal stuff like “HRC sticker” and “lesbian love poems.”
But what fun is normal? Here are some of the more unusual searches that have directed Internet surfers to The Flannel Files:
“what happened to Jo from Facts of Life?” Because, yes, only lesbians and Mrs. Garrett know what happened to all of the girls from Eastland.
“Laverne and Shirley gay?” Because, yes, only lesbians know the truth about Laverne and Shirley. And, Cagney and Lacey. Kate and Allie. Xena and Gabrielle.
“good store for flannels lesbian” Try L.L. Bean or Eddie Bauer. I prefer men’s shirts over women’s. But women over men. How weird. Welcome, flannel-seeking friend, you’ve come to the right place.
“butch socks” Who knew there’s such a thing? But I’m all over it. I’m picturing black dress socks with red stitched-on mud flap girls. Or orange Hooters girls. Or girls. This could be Middle Age Butch’s next big thing. Or, big thing.
“cat having sex” Because cat-lovin’ lesbians must know where all the good kitty porn is. And if women having sex with other women becomes a “normal” thing, what’s to stop a cat from having sex with another cat, recording it and selling copies over the Internet? It’s a slippery slope, friends.
“tough butch lesbian stole my wife” You’re damn right. You better keep a close eye on your girlfriend, too. And, your sister, mister. Hide your womenfolk, the tough butch lesbians are on the loose!
“lesbian, did you fuck my husband?” Um, no. I’m a lesbian. Ew.
“are interior designers lesbians?” No. Not a one.