I’m sitting in the airport in Minneapolis getting ready to fly to my new home of Portland, Oregon. This marks the end of the Superhero Sex Shop Tour* This experience has been amazing beyond my wildest dreams and has left me so excited for what’s next.

That said, this morning I’m finding myself being hit with waves of intense sadness for the end of this experience (seriously fighting public crying) and I’m very afraid of some akin to ConDrop times a hundred here. Given my history and my current lack of a job/ home of my own/ insurance I’m concerned that I will get to Portland and sink into a funk and I know my funks have the potential to spiral out of control.

That’s why I’m reaching out to you, my fellow sex geeks, to ask you to help me not do this.We’ve talked before about how this kind of thing is insanely difficult for me and wildly out of character but I see that if I let my momentum die now I’ll regret it forever so I’m breaking the habit of a lifetime and asking for help. So, what do I need you to do? Not a ton really, just don’t let me sink. I go silent when I start to drown so if you see I’m going quiet tweet at me, write me, call me, skype me. When I stop talking I become convinced everyone else has gone away. Let me know you’re out there. Please.

So, that’s it. I’m scared and I might need your help.

Thanks

XOXO

RHBH

*This leg of it, at least. Keep your eyes peeled this summer for the Pacific Northwest and in September I’m hitting California!)