Thanks to sofia for reminding me that it’s Love Our Lurkers time.
I’m down with the flu (remind me *why* I even bothered to get a flu shot 6 weeks ago??), as is half my family. Well, we’re getting over it before the holidays, and kudos to the folks who make all those wonderful ‘quill’ versions–one to keep me moving during the day, one to help me sleep at night despite coughing up a lung.
Okay, but this isn’t about me, so let us switch gears here and focus, people! (Okay, it’s focus, nilla, I know)
Happiness for a blogger/writer is comments. We love them. We adore interacting with our “audience”. But for a variety of reasons, many more people come here, (and other sites) and read and move on. They keep coming back (and you know who you are) and are the hidden “bones” that help support we writer-types. We *know* you’re reading, we just don’t build upon any sort of “relationship”…and that’s cool because sometimes it’s just about the sex-reading, getting off, and going back to your life.
I get that.
I was a lurker, too.
Back in the days when I shared a “family” computer, and had to delete the history, before I learned about “incognito” windows, and all the ways one can hide one’s real identity. I did it because…well, there’s a certain shame factor to finding all this dark-assed shit and getting off on it, right? Society thinks we’re all wife-beating sick fucks, after all.
And we aren’t.
We are perverts, but for most of us, I’d guess it’s for our own personal thrill…I’d like to imagine that most of you aren’t dreaming (for real) of going off and stealing someone and making her/him your very own sex slave because that crosses the line, peeps, from fantasy to total ass wipe, in my book. We can roll play all we want, assume the identities that feed us in our own spaces, with those that we trust and I’m down with it, I’m right there with you.
And so we lurk. Because we don’t want our wives, our husbands, our lover, our significant other to know about the darkest of weird things that turn us on. Because they love us as we are (vanilla-style) and wouldn’t understand this new…sick…part of us. (We’re not sick, by the way. Just…differently wired.) Many is the confession I’ve read that the significant other is “horrified” or “turned off” or “turned away” from this sort of lifestyle. Some of these dark-style relationship do work however, as you can see from some of those other bloggers….sofia, Mistress Molly and Mick, and fiona are three that I know personally that worked at it. And make it work. Make it real. (And there are more–check out my blog links, or if you read here and living the dream, do post your link back to your blog in my comments so others can find you!)
It helps to know that for as often as we hear the the downside, there is an upside that works, doesn’t it.
And still, I’ve wandered away from my point (blame it on the day version of the medicine…it’s kinda making me buzzed…) here.
My point is YOU, lurkers. You who come here and read, and can’t leave a comment just in case you get busted. Or because you’re protecting your anonymity. Or because you don’t like to fill out forms with your email etc. Or because you don’t want to. Or whatever.
Today is YOUR day, (okay it might not be *specifically* today, as I think I’m a day or so out of time, since I lost a few days to the flu)…but on MY blog? Yeah, today IS your day, Lurkers.
I love ya…I have for years and years, you who bolster me, who make me feel a little less alone when I come here to whine, or silently make your way through my stories (because if you didn’t like them, why else go through the archives, right? 5 years of writing in there, peeps….I applaud your diligence. 😀 )
Thank you, Lurkers, for your quiet and ongoing support. Do, if you feel you can, take a moment to pop out of obscurity and give me a wave, and I’ll give you a shout out in reply!
Hooray for LOVE OUR LURKERS Day — the celebration of those we know are there, but are hiding amongst the trees…!! Ally ally in come freeeeee….