What quote with which to begin this masterpiece of blog? Admittedly, the title will likely attract a satisfactory number of readers. Yes, so I convince myself to fuck the quote, today; fuck the meaningful picture, too. Oh, and fuck you, too, by the way! Yep, it's one of THOSE blogs bitches.
As you may or may not know - said Captain Obvious - I plunged into the abyss of the social media cesspool as a result of being a psychotic ex cyber stalker (a very, very good one). How I became emerged into the land that is Google Plus (freak deaky, bat shit crazy, inbred, GORGEOUS land) was a result of starting this beating, bleeding heartache of a blog. Just as my blog has evolved, and just as it has developed with a natural rhythm into it's current state of existence, so has my g plus "personality."
Why my google plus person was created, who she was, who she became, and who she has yet to become never had and never will have a premeditated outcome or purpose. The "why" of her existence bobbed and weaved with the tides of my depression and the stormy waves of my loneliness and fear. She traversed the google plus waters of glorious diversity, tragic atrocities, sexy mother fucking dark humor, and unexpected friendships while I numbed my mind to the painful truths of my never-ending, nauseating, get-the-fuck-over-it-already-whiney-bitch heart break. We make music, she and I. The rhythm lulls reality to a sweet slumber. The sounds drift along the g plus surface waters as we glide along together filling us both with a semblance of happiness and pleasure. The perfect drug. (This excludes actual drugs, of course. Google plus ain't no coke!)
Along our journey, and between unwelcome snaps into real life and obsessive need to be plugged in to the plus, Debacle and I fell in love with a circle she centered around another obsession - the one who introduced her to the g plus world of alter egos on top of alter egos on top of alter egos. A whole new world of holy-shit-this-is-fucking-cool-as-hell social play exploded before us and we were sunk. I lived, ate, and breathed that shit! Constantly watching, constantly learning, constantly curious as fuck and excited as hell! Debacle adapted with lightening swiftness to follow the flow of personalities and communities and relevant threads. And, whoa, did she get hot over all that deviance and freedom and sense of anonymity (sorry mom, sorry dad, but don't google your daughter...seriously!). Together, still making music, happy, aroused, and calculatingly clever, we were embraced and enjoyed by the circle of deviance we most enjoyed. It was like hot sex without the herpes (sorry, Chas M, didn't mean to call you out).
We laughed and posted and commented and plussed and laughed some more! These amazing creatures were clever! They were fucking hilarious! They were open - unless you were jewish, a sand nigger, a nigger, a child rapist, or smarter than them. But we'll just bypass that last smudge. The more shocking the humor, the more satisfying and FUN our time on the plus would be. I will not be able to defend nor explain the bond of filth and satire and in-your-face reality checks that engulfed the people in my family circle. That is for another blog entirely. And that one will be just for me. I'll probably masturbate to it. (that was just for you my g plus lovelies)
The deeper Debacle and I delved into the core of the community we preferred most, the closer knit "relationships" became. Soon, the alter ego of an alter ego was clear, and the comedic level of it all just increased that much more into practical hysterics! It was unexplainable, the high it gave me and the energy it provided Debacle to fulfill her chosen role in the fold was orgasmic! (this excludes actual orgasms. G plus ain't no fantasy rape scene! Oh, wait....no, it is! Anyway...) Then a naughty, sexy, delightful idea developed in my evil, twisted, beautiful mind. I would create an alter ego and I would bring him/her (nonspecific sex profile) into the circle! It was brilliant and, to quote Libby after I spilled the beans, "EPIC EPIC FUCKING EPIC!" I just knew they would fucking love it when they found out I'd snuck in an alter ego without detection. Oh, how much fun it was going to be!
Are you sensing things aren't going to end well? This is whyshitsucksass.blogspot.com afterall. Them mother fucking egomaniacs got pissed as shit when they found out. They blocked me and left me as if I were never there. Naked (they wish), cold (hearted and plotting still), and shunned. All for what? Because I outsmarted them? That's what gave them their jollies every day - thinking they were outsmarting people. That is what we all (the core of us, not the all of us) got off on - showing off our brilliance and cunning and god damn amazing senses of humor. They should have been in awe (nothing wrong with my ego here!). They should have been proud (no daddy issues here!). But, alas, nothing but a big fuck you.
So, now Debacle and I are left without the g plus purpose that had developed and anchored us where we were comfortable, happy; where we belonged and thrived; where we could finally smile again. I can't reinvent myself because my blog means the world to me (sentimental reasons for my dear, sweet, amazing, genius friend, Natasha Davies). I can't help but understand the role my blog had in the development of my circles and in the others who circled me. Debacle may have been evicted from her home there, and I may actually have to sit back and consider what to do with my real life before moving forward in the plus, but I'm certain however things turn out, this blog will continue to steer our little brown raft as we go.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily....life is but a dream.
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