So, this is the first post, here, that didn’t originate with Fet, and the only reason it’s going here is that I don’t feel safe posting it, there.
I’ve lost sight of the purpose I had, in wading into this fight. The people who make up the communities I’ve been trying to change. I was tired of seeing them being preyed on, again and again and again, by the predators and abusers, rapists and sociopaths, in their midst. I was tired of seeing the so-called leaders closing ranks around those damaging types, instead of actually standing up, you know, being leaders.
The last few weeks, I’ve stopped caring about those people. They don’t want the changes. They don’t think it’s a big enough problem to inconvenience themselves, in order to change. They don’t want me pointing out the turds in the punch bowl, because they’ve all learned how to have a great time at the party, and drink ALL THE PUNCH, while ignoring the turds. They want me to just shut up, and let all of them get back to drinking their E.coli cocktail, and getting their rocks off with the assholes who will harm them.
I’m pretty damned close to giving them what they want. Shutting up. Letting them have their shitty punch. They’ve made it very clear that I’m not a part of their community, anymore, anyway. They don’t want me there. They’d rather have the predators.
I’m kind of over it. I don’t like people, much, anymore. Especially kinky people. Most especially Greensboro-and-the-surrounding-areas kinky people. They really just don’t care what happens to anyone, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of their good time.
If they don’t give a damn, why should I? They’ve made it crystal clear that I’m not one of them, anymore.