I Thought "What's One More Platform?"
This is what writers do, right? Write? I'm writing, I'm just not sure I'm saying all that much.
I’ve been out shopping. No, not for stilettos, although any other time, that would have been the right answer. Ok, so maybe I browsed a few pairs while I was shopping domains and writing platforms. I said platform, so of course, my brain went to shoes. I digress.
I’m looking for the perfect fit. Where I can tell my wildly insane stories, and my tame stories, and the dogs’ stories and not be threatened with the morality police every day because I curse too often, or I’m mean to the yucky guys who keep trolling my columns and sending me dick pics.
I don’t object to any of the reports any longer. I refuse to explain myself to people who let pervs think their behavior is ok (pre-internet, these guys were known as flashers, the predecedents of rapists- look it up), yet every time I hurt someone’s feelings, I’m popped on the knuckles with a ruler, and my material is hidden.
That’s bullshit. I’m not doing this to kowtow to anyone. I never have, and I don’t intend to wake up and start doing it today. Certainly not to a group of willie sharing, stuttering when they attempt to speak to me, cry to an authority figure type of pussies.
So I’m giving a few new spots a whirl. I hope y’all will bear with me as I try to determine the best fit for the dialogue and forum that we’ve built. There are going to be some kinks to work out, but I know y’all wouldn’t be here if you weren’t into kink.
Jump in the bubble Caprice, bitches. It’s time to ride.