MrMary On Blogging: What Would You Do if Your Blog Got Famous ?

What would I do if this blog got famous?

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MrMary is prepared for everything. You can rest assured that if my blog got famous I would delete it or  stop writing on it. It’s been a while since I looked at my daily views. You see I write for specific reasons.

I feel that the human voice collectively as well as individually is gradually being silenced. That individual spark that makes us who we are is being replaced by societal political and economic ideologies that we are forced to  espouse in order to live the shattered lives we all lead . Blogging is a means to an end; it allows me to communicate and interact despite the heavy clouds of disillusionment and cynicism. It is a redemptive act because the want to connect with others is sincere. I would sincerely like to connect to people. Fame changes all of that.

The more people are attracted to you the more superficial  their connection to you is  I feel. Then there is this possessiveness and pressure to produce ceaseless because some want to be entertained. Of course the more and more you accede to these demands the more you lose that connection with the inspirations that started you blogging in the first place. The want to connect  sincerely and fame do not follow all the time

You Would Leave Us ?

Not completely, my email will always be but the real question  or maybe a more involve question is what’s more important to you the reader the writing and stuff that come out of me or  the person behind it. I think I have done a good job of blurring the lines here between MrMary and I.

It has been said that to walk through a garden is to walk through the mind of the Gardener. For the few of you who regularly read this blog, you have walked through my mind, its something raucous humor, it’s absurd  recapitulations of the days events, the sometimes poetic propensities, and some other crazy stuff. I have offended some of you, I have made you laugh, I have opened topic for discussion, and shared with you some of my more human moments. I am more than satisfied with what I have been doing here on ASpoonfulofSuga. I have 2 other blogs and I havent shown them any love. I am drawn to write here so here I continue to do so but every things has its heyday  and then fades. Before I left though I would do leave in an over the top fashion.


There is a song in French I remember hearing a lot as a young lad. It told a story of the locksmiths daughter who was a bit strange, she use to hide in a charrette, like a cart if I remember correctly, staring far out into no-where , which used to unsettle the other kids. To add to the strangeness she used to speak aloud – she was in her own little word which made her doll-like voice all the more strange.

One day the other kids in the neighbourhood decided to hide nearby so that they could hear what she was was saying without being detected. and she said some very simple things: ‘Give me some bread to eat tomorrow, Give me eyes to see the blue sky, give me your hand.” It is of course more poignant in French.  Sometimes I feel that these blog post are like that, in the sense that there are moments of levity in my day, brief moment of respite where I am drawn to sit in front of the computer and write. Usually I have no plan, after I write I don’t edit and leave things raw. Actually quite often I come back to these post and read them and they make me laugh and shake my head. I am  writing as much as possible for sincerity and to share the my vision of things as it comes into focus.

I don’t know how compatible that is with fame ?

I would use those 5 minutes of fame before I disappeared to promote other people’s blog and some hum,humanitarian causes I’m passionate about. I had great “conversation” this weekend with some other bloggers, and ran into some new faces. Check these bloggers out:  I have rarely read a blog as touching and raw – Honest sincere thoughts and comments, I would invite her to starbucks for coffee or some pumpkin spiced over priced bullshit and just talk. She plays PS3 too, which means that she really fucking cool. I might have  to test her skills in MK9 – Daan is a real person, meaning he isn’t full of shit, he is about something When I make it to the Netherlands we are gonna shoot the shit and drink some beer Heineken first then maybe onto a Dutch Witbier ( thats not a sexual move you do with a Dutch girl named Tess or Lotte, it’s a type of beer)


What about You, What would you do if your blog got famous



Beyond the Hem & into the Johns W/ Becca from 25tofly



Eugene Ionesco said it best, ” A work of art is above all an adventure of the mind.” The callipygian Becca (or so I’m guessing, actually I’d wager $20 on it) and MrMary have teamed up to take you on an atypical adventure. On this adventure you will be traveling through a wondrous landscape only bounded by the imagination and the limitless fecundity of sybaritic banter. Here Becca and I journey into the realm of the unknown by way of winter-inspired undergarments


Nice to meet you, Welcome to my office. Please make yourself at home. Do you prefer Rebecca or Becca or Becky ?

I haven’t met too many people who have made an office out of a renovated port-o-potty, but I like what you’ve done with the place. Call me Becca please. A cashier at Raising Canes once mistook my name as Becky as she beckoned me over the loud speaker to pick up my food at the counter. I have been scarred ever since. Oh, and don’t even think of thinking about calling me Reba either.

You’re quite sassy aren’t you? This was the older part of this building the rooms are narrower … ok ..So according to our phone conversation, you have this fixation with long-john the under garment is that right? Not the seafood based fast food chain ?  Could you tell me about that ?


 Let me put it to you this way, I’d rather have people call me Becky for the rest of my life than eat anything from Long John Silver’s. So yes, I was certainly referring to the underwear that keeps on giving. Particularly the ones of waffle fabric patterns (also known as box-weave). I’m an expert of sorts.

We can back to your hating on Long John’s Silver later… So far I am feeling a lot of strong emotion come from you, the scarring for life, the port-o-potty… I would imagine your long-john fixation might be a very multi layered story As you know my specialty is in fixations the last girl I had on the couch .. that sounds wrong,… but anyways She had a slight fixation with hair pulling but unlike you it didn’t manifest itself in her creative use for thermal undergarments?

She is missing out. Maybe had she done so, she would have been less tempted to compulsively pull out her leg hair. I know it saved me from going bald.

As her therapist the most I can say is that she was a kindergarten teacher and her long-term bf was a hand model … yeah I know right ?!?! … What are the odds Love can happen anywhere even at a finger painting expose

Or an elementary sign language convention.

00115-47fa965163ff4jpegYeah I have to agree but unfortunately the Recession hit and her boyfriend could not get any more hand-jobs, it put real strain on their relationship as one would imagine so.

I can imagine how it must have been. Her feigning satisfaction as he half-heartedly fingered through job listings, all the while both knowing that there was no hope in better days to cum come. Such a shame.

Hmmm .. interesting What do you feel about double entendres. What role if any do they play in your long john fixation.? I ask because according to your message your fixation is getting in the way of your personal; relationships. What about you are you able to date and or see  anyone? Do you feel that your fixation gets in the way of lasting personal human relationships. I know that’s a lot of questions but we have time.

Yes and no. I date occasionally. Mostly men I pick up in the men’s section of Target. They think it’s my cute way of joke-flirting when I give them tips about which brands of undies are the best. They think I am extra hilarious when I brag about all the different colors of long johns I have. Then, once things start to get steamy, and they see that I really actually wear men’s underwear, all of the sudden they try to act like long johns aren’t sexy or something. What’s up with that? You would think that they make me look like I have a penis or something. Sheesh.

Hmmm I would imagine that the season plays a role in this. Long Johns are proficient and breeze blocking which is preferred in the winter time but during other season leads to disastrous olfaction. But I digress …When was your last serious relationship? If I remember correctly from the 15 min phone message a year and change ago correct? That isn’t too bad. 

I don’t want to talk about it.

You seemed to be fine talking about it on the message. This is a safe place where you can say whatever. There is no judgment here. You can feel free to talk

Who are you? One of those old school AIM chat bots that sucks at conversation? I said I don’t want to talk about it.

 Hmmm ….Maybe when you feel better about it we can talk some more about the break-up. Maybe instead of talking about it you can tell me some of the songs you listened to alone in the box-weave long john you like so much, that helped you move on as best as you could.


Really a total Plug you say

Fine. I’ll fess up. My first taste of blue box-weave Hanes of perfection was the product of a robbery. I had an ex who had several pair. They just looked so damn comfy. I would quickly become brave enough in the relationship to slip into his blue bum burners when he would forget them at my house. That lead to outright shameless hogging of the saggy-crotched pants. We had many a heated tug-of-war. They were his underwear, but I was convinced that they now belonged to me. In fact, if it weren’t for the long johns, we wouldn’t have dated for very long if at all. He was a totally plug (an adjective used to describe someone who is completely and entirely useless – courtesy of Urban Dictionary).

 Ah yes … ok a picture is starting to form…

Eventually, we broke things off after I showed up to his step brother’s wedding in them. It was kind of my master plan anyway. I tend to avoid confrontation, so that was how I got the dude to do the dirty work of dumping me instead of the other way around. I ended up getting rid of the tool disguised as a douche bag and even got to keep the underwear. But not at no expense. The stalking that followed the break up almost made me swear off long johns forever. This is getting heavy. I think I need a moment.

The sky has to cry for the crops to grow right?…. That’s what is said. I’m glad you trusted me enough in our first meeting to talk about this relationship. Something will grow from this, something fruitful of course as cliché as that sounds.  As I am your therapist I cannot hug you or initiate any physical contact So right behind you I have a Boyfriend pillow I have some question for you when you settle down that might help us get some insight into your long john fixation. We have made more progress than expected


  • Do you have dreams where you chase by a banana and or lemon frosted cookie?
  • Did your bf wear underwear beneath the long john, or was he just hanging meat, butcher shop style?
  • Was it the long john themselves, the parts in them or the combo of parts and container together that made you want to possess them?
  • What do you feel when you put on the long johns?

Stay Tuned For Part 2

This collaboration was made possible in part by Woman’s International Month,



Someone Restored my faith in blogging

I’m not saying that to be overly congratulatory. I don’t have it in me. I’m saying that because I mean it.

I blog, under the pseudonym of MrMary MuthaFucking Poppins, and  I have an attitude problem. Well I hate being insincere.  I don’t have a schtick or a gimmick. The same way I am on the blog, I am in life. I like many different things and they are  all reflected here. What gets me is that sometimes I wonder if there is anyone being real anymore in this sort of setting.  I mean what about the person behind the jokes, what about you the real fucking person.

Normally this wouldn’t be an issue for me. The other day I had a slight depressive episode, and I couldn’t write, talk much, or go and comment on blogs and all that shit. I find that when I am depressed, if I dwell in the feeling too long it becomes all encompassing. The things that help return back to normalcy are watching/reading about something real. It takes me out of my own mind which can be a prison and it stirs up real emotions which are my ticket back to reality.

Normally when I read blogs, I am most attracted to “realness”, to sincerity.  Sometimes I feel that the same crap that I thoroughly dislike in my daily life manifests itself in the blogosphere. But what troubles me is that I cannot tell if what I see is really the case because depression colours the lens through which I perceive the world. I do a lot of blog surfing and sometimes fit seems that people blogging are trying to sell me on the fact that they are funny, or hip, or cool, or they are good looking when to me they just have to be. Not funny or witty, just be.  Personally I find a woman who can be herself without being a billboard for socio-cultural constructs pretty attractive. Granted it helps if she doesn’t have penis or beard, has a pony tail and prefers doggy style to missionary but that’s a different story. (Sorry I had to go for that joke)

Do you get what I’m saying?

I am more than willing to concede that I may just be a mad man howling in the wind, the proverbial idiot telling the wind my tale so it cna bring my lamentation beyond the field of my vision.

Blogging is Tough but rewarding

I can generate content easy for blogs. There are many auxiliary things that come with blogging. For me  blogging comes with a conflict. I want to produce quality content, well what for me passes as quality. I also really enjoy interacting with those of you who like the refuse that comes out of my head and like and comment. It’s a delicate balance  between writing and answering everyone for me at least.

I got a chance to read a post from the lady with the 150 watt smile. While she refers to herself simple as Becca, and is clear funny and cute, if I may say so, she is a person of substance. I have the opportunity to work with for an upcoming blog tour but she really put of a real post that was helpful to me.

Instead of leaving a comment on her page I just decided to share with you all this post and take you along the journey, through the obfuscating mentation, and cantakerous diction.

Hear is the Post:


Hanging Up the Tutu

I refrained from some dirty tutu jokes  this whole post are you proud of me ?



To my Home-Gurl Becca from

My Home-Gurl  Becca commented on my post: Aside from Venereal Disease Love Really Does Conquer All with the following line:

What is love? Baby don’t hurt me.

So I, being a staunch supporter of brinkmanship, have decided to push things   further into absurdity by posting this. Everyone  play along and check out Becca’s page.

Little Known Fact about Becca

Did you know she can light up the South with a smile? No exaggeration! It’s a great skill to have especially when many southern states are trying to secede from the USA because they  don’t like their democratically Elected President !!!