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Dear Y,

You're boring, senseless. You spend your time posting post-it notes on your computer screen regarding other peoples' comments on message boards. You miss the days of text-based internet and the university which you hung around just a little too long. Pity, you no longer feel comfortable in the arts library checking out the brand new coed asses, as you are well passed thirty. Return to the hole whence you came.

Regards,
St. John of the Cave Poets
 
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Though not a member for long, I've hung around Lit's back rooms & side entrances for years - sticking to shadows & mucky places others pass through quickly in the hopes I won't be noticed. My beginnings as a reader-of-erotica were humble and I meant to move up in the world by finally becoming a member and broadening my limited horizons through the poetry posts.

Since "the join" (queue ominous background music) there have been some words-on-a-stick I shoved (rudely most of the time) on the Poetry Barbecue for a little flare-up now & again... and the flames did not disappoint: I've had positive, negative & ambivalent feedback - yay! No. Really. Yay! Feedback flames are precious and I don't mind a little burn as long as my words-on-a-stick end up cooked properly so as not to cause unwanted internal issues - that'd plain suck for everyone involved & I'd have no clue how to begin explaining that to an ER doctor if someone needed treatment.

Usually I want to say "thanks! that meant a lot" to anyone doing reviews or commenting... Right now, though? Nope, not so much. I read the reviews thread often (usually I appreciate the candid mentions, comments & feedback) & find several recent reviews to be rather snarky; there's a demeaning quality that's a huge turn-off to anyone wanting to post. I'm not asking X to say they like something they don't or to skip the criticism, that'd be lame & a waste of everyone's time/energy/lighter fluid. I DO want to ask X to just lose the attitude: it's so unnecessary, you're obviously intelligent & have a great grasp on words in general, resorting to belittling remarks is just blah.

Of course, I don't expect X to like this: 1) I'm rambling, 2) someone's going to think my use of "words-on-a-stick" to denote poetry is demeaning, 3) some of us don't realize when we're being poop-heads and we certainly don't like it being called out, 4) I bet I'm the only one that thinks this anyway, 5) I'll be called to task for not reviewing poetry because if you don't review then I shouldn't sit in judgment of the reviewers (a logic to which I am opposed), and 6) my profile will show no submissions of any kind of work (they're under another name: I don't feel like trusting the pseudonymity of Lit and am going for full-blown anonymity).

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I don't review poetry either because quite frankly I am crap at it and if you want to put your words on the end of a stick please feel free to do so they are yours and you can stick them where you like as long as no animals or children are hurt in the process
 
Dear Y,

You're boring, senseless. You spend your time posting post-it notes on your computer screen regarding other peoples' comments on message boards. You miss the days of text-based internet and the university which you hung around just a little too long. Pity, you no longer feel comfortable in the arts library checking out the brand new coed asses, as you are well passed thirty. Return to the hole whence you came.

Regards,
St. John of the Cave Poets
(aside to Pot) Kettle: You're Black...

'nuff said.
 
dear soon-to-be-X....

please stop hitting on me on AFF. i know you have no idea it's me, but i know it's you because you used a photo i took of you. i don't want to fuck you anymore. and ya know all those things i wanted to do while we were married but you wanted no part of? i hope that your sudden interest in them - and the skanky women you're acting them out with - leaves you with the itchies.

fuckoffanddie,
your can't-be-soon-enough-x-wife
 
dear soon-to-be-X....

please stop hitting on me on AFF. i know you have no idea it's me, but i know it's you because you used a photo i took of you. i don't want to fuck you anymore. and ya know all those things i wanted to do while we were married but you wanted no part of? i hope that your sudden interest in them - and the skanky women you're acting them out with - leaves you with the itchies.

fuckoffanddie,
your can't-be-soon-enough-x-wife

Roflllllllll
 
Dear X -

It was my fault, i knew it wasn't the right thing then and haven't forgotten yet - not that i'm likely to ever forget my fault (make that plural) or your perfection (make that plural too while you're at it).

i am so sorry
 
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