Correspondence Hall of Shame, Post #500 Edition
Yup, this is Post #500! (Well, here on Blogger, anyway. Lots more back in the MySpace blog days, but thank goodness, I finally moved on from there!)
I tried to think of something different and original for this post, but you know what? CHoS is my signature piece. If I kept trying to come up with something I deemed special, it would probably end up sounding forced. So I’m going with an old favorite. Plus, this CHoS has an extra-special entry.
Hi my dear,
Love your beautiful body. I’m a lusty single guy with an absurdly strong libido & a desire to explore our wildest fantasy’s. My work making your body quiver & reach your sexual peak comes from years of experience.. Wanna make it happen?
Thank you so much for the naked photo. I was particularly impressed with how your big soft belly hangs over your absurdly small dick.
Love the pixtures and if I could read I would know what to wright about…..
Please pick me!
It would make the world we live in all-right and all that is good would reappear.
Please understand I have not a clue what to say here….
And I like to LOL around….hence the rambling.
[name and phone number deleted]
Ps I am much better o. The phone and even betted live and in person. LoL
(groan) Well, at least he’s spot on about being clueless. Ah, if only things were that simple, if picking him would make the entire universe all-right…er, all wright…I mean… Oh, forget it.
And now, here’s a twist. This landed in my mailbox on Alt last week; a top writing with the express purpose of telling me off.
Wow. Your profile has been up and repulsivd for so long, I must respond. I’m a Dom. I don’t need you. I teach and find hour disinterest in my work an insult. You “advertise” relentlessly. I find your consistancy and repetitve requests annoying. Things must just be going great for you since you’re still here. I can meet your need and send you off, but damn, you need to expand ylur interests. Respond if interested.
So, I guess you won’t be joining the Erica Scott Fan Club anytime soon?
I had questions, of course. My disinterest in his work? I don’t know this guy; how would I have disinterest in his work?? So I checked out his profile. As one would expect, he’s heavy into D/s and protocol, and claims to specialize in “teaching and training subs and fledglings” and helping them fully realize their desire to serve. Ah, now I get it. In my profile, I stress that I am a bottom, not a sub, and while I love confident and toppy men, I have no interest in masters, daddies, teachers or trainers. The poor dear egomaniac took that personally, it seems.
And after that mini-tirade, he tells me to respond if interested? Right. Because I’m that masochistic; I want to play with someone who thinks I’m repulsive and annoying.
John suggested that I write back to him, being unfailingly polite, which would completely bamboozle him. I agree that could be fun, but it’s just not my style. I did absolutely nothing; I didn’t respond at all. I figured that would piss him off the most. 🙂
Here’s what I would love to write back to him:
Dear Uber-Dom Fathead,
Yup, I’m still here. I met my current play partner, and my last partner before him, on here. So yes, things really are going great for me, thanks.
I guess things are going equally great for you, since you took the time in your busy training schedule to write to someone you find so repulsive.
Expand my interests? To what, may I ask? Being a human doormat? Nah. My interests are just fine as they are. I figure if they annoy the likes of you, I must be on the right track.
Honey, you couldn’t meet my need on your best day. You wouldn’t have any idea how to deal with a woman with a brain and a voice. Go back to your fledglings and rule your pathetic little roost, your mindless masses. And really, if you find my profile so offensive, please stop viewing it. I know you have better things to do. 🙂
Think I made my point?
I still can’t believe I’ve written 500 posts on here already. To all my friends and readers, thank you. You guys keep me going; without you, I’d just be typing into cyberspace, the 21st-century of talking to myself. Thanks for cheering on my adventures and joys, and for putting up with all my cranky commentary. Here’s to the next 500!
Have a great weekend, y’all.