I’ve always loved writing, so when I first heard of the concept of blogging I found it vaguely intriguing.
When I started reading blogs about sex written by women I was pretty disappointed at how un-relatable they were.
I, like most warm-blooded creatures, enjoy sex. So I thought my dating life would be an interesting topic to write about.
That and the fact that I was at a top university. Namely, Oxford or Cambridge. I’ve never revealed which. Mostly because I figured, why isolate my audience by appealing to just one of the Oxbridge universities?
Because I put “sex” in the name, people assumed the blog would be all about this …
But really my stories are more like this.
And when sex is involved, it’s a bit like this.
It took less than half of a day for the media to catch onto what I was doing. And when they did, the combination of “sex” and “Oxbridge” sparked quite the reaction.
My immediate reaction to national coverage was panic.
I was convinced that my college would find out about my extra-curricular writing and that I would be forced to leave the university.
But after the initial hype died down, I realised that as long as I was careful no one would find out who I am.
My writing wasn’t explicitly about sex.
But because I wrote about having sex with a Blues rugby player…
And a Blues rower…
The Daily Mail decided to nickname me “Belle d’Oxbridge.”
And The Sun cleverly titled their article on my blog, “Universlutty Challenge.”
But as more people began to read and follow I began to care less and less about the national coverage … until The Times named me one of “the 40 Bloggers Who Really Count”.
Eventually I just focused on material to write about.
But I still lived in constant fear that my friends would find out and disown me.
When I eventually told my best friend about it, he was less like this …
And more like this.
So I eventually stopped worrying about what everyone thought.