A very special edition of Flasher Friday

A few days ago, I was very pleased to learn that one of my Friday Flashers, Stealing Soul, was included in Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Round Up.

Now, if I were Sarah Palin, I’d launch into something profound and folksy right about now, something like:

Well, doggone it, now how ’bout that! I’m so proud to be honored myself of the great state of Fleshbot, and I’m just real glad to know we all love Israel, too. But first, let me talk about my energy policy and hopefully this will create jobs and get the economy back on track. Because I’m a maverick, and unlike my opponent, Joe O’Biden, I’m a maverick, like I said. I’m proud of my record and me and Todd and Joe six-pack deserves that, too. And it’s time for Americans to say ‘never again’ to… something. I forget. But I read every newspaper that’s in front of me, so I’ll get back ta ya. *wink*

If I were the Disasta from Alaska, I’d give a shout out to all the perverts over there at Fleshbot and remind them that they’ll all get extra credit for this, you betcha.

But I am NOT, thank whatever powers that be, Sarah Palin. So, like any sane person who is actually operating with an awareness of consensual reality (as fucked as that may be right now), I’ll just say: Hey, AAG, thanks so much for the mention.

Note to anyone who cares: I know that Sarah Palin is not a proper subject for one of my Friday Flashers. And I know this little Palin-bashing post doesn’t qualify as an erotic story by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, talk of politics of any kind veers quite wildly from my "talking points" here at Vespertine Erotica. But hey, if a whole country can lower the bar for her, they can do it for me, doggone it! I’m pretty, tooooo!!! And I wear designer glasses, yes I do. I think I did pretty darn good on this post, don’t you? I think maybe I even won the debate… to nowhere.

Elizavetta 2.0 - eh, not so much

Over the past few months, I’ve been experimenting with web 2.0 social networking (Twitter, MySpace, MyDungeonSpace, Fetlife, and Facebook). And tonight, my experiment is officially concluded.

The result of this experiment? Social networking media, kink-based or otherwise, is not for me. Period.

Here’s why:

• I cannot participate in nor support the sound-bite-y way that social media acts to further dumb down and decimate human communication.
• Most social media platforms are either stupidly laid out or just plain butt-fuck-ugly… or both. They give me an aesthetic  headache. (Fetlife* is an exception).
• Every profile I create is just one more thing I have to maintain. I’m not so much into investing my efforts and time into anything I have to babysit in the way social media requires - and especially for so little pleasurable or meaningful return.
• Since I’m no longer in my previous line of work, I’m no longer interested in fielding deleting such scintillating conversation openers such as: “@elizavetta how r u” or “Do you do ashtray calls?” or, “You’re really Ms [insert any popular Domme name] from [insert any phone sex or online escort site], aren’t you?” or my personal favorite, “Misstrees, may I suck your toos and worhsip U forever.”
• I don’t really care what people are eating, where they’re getting ready to go, what their turd looked like this morning, or what they’re being bored by at the moment - all said in less than 140 characters. Call me callous if you must, but I’ve done more than my share of listening to stream-of-consciousness chatter… during the several years when my children were pre-schoolers.

Basically, this experiment has only served to further confirm something I’ve always known about myself - that I’m actually quite social, but very impatient with the rules of vapid social interaction that are meant to ensure a fanatical clinging to the shiny mirror-like surface of things forever.

So, as of tonight, I’m canceling the profiles I’ve put out there and calling it quits on my experiments with 2.0 social networking.

If you want to truly engage in actual conversation with me, you know how to find me.

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*In my opinion, Fetlife is a 2.0 social networking exception in several ways. If you’re looking for a specifically kink-centric platform where actual conversation has some chance, you might find that it’s at least worth checking out.