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Allow me to explain this journal
This is not my only journal. I have two others. One, is strictly IRL friends, family and my very first fandom. I've had that journal since 2003. No, I won't tell you what it's called. Journal number two is strictly a fandom journal that I use to track various fandom comms on LJ. I also use it to comment in those fandom comms. I also use it to track my other role play characters... yes, I have others. No, they aren't listed here. No, I won't tell you the name of that journal either.
That brings us to journal number three. Technically speaking, it's a sock. Sort of. I find myself actively using this journal more than the other two. Why I created![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brimsd is very simple. I wanted to join a sex rp. It's not that I'm bashful about my kinks, I'm really not. It has nothing to do with wank. Most people don't know who I am even when I'm logged in to my other two journals.
It has everything to do with stalkers. Yes, stalkers.
Long ago, before I RPed on LJ. I joined a sex rp. I enjoyed it there, I had fun there. There was one painful downside... apparently, I was good at what I did. I played a male Dom. Good Doms are hard to find. I started getting recommended by word-of-mouth to people I didn't know. People I didn't care to know. Strangers began to message me, asking for sex. Which isn't bad except for one thing, four messages a day. A day. None of these people were terribly good RPers either, they were the most unimaginative cold fish I have ever encountered.
To avoid being bothered every time I logged in, I put a notice in my profile stating that I would not respond to OOC offers. Because seriously? It started to get old. I didn't get to actually RP, everyone wanted to talk to me OOC. The character I played allowed for IC offers.
He was the type of guy, you could walk up to, tell him your dirtiest kinks... and he would smile and ask how he could help you with that. He liked to find out what turned people on and he liked talking to people.
Long story short. People began to bother me in my personal journal, my personal website, my personal everything, asking for sex. Like I was some magical sex god who was the only one who could Dom them right. I don't respond well to ego stroking or ass kissing.
All of that? While annoying, I usually can deal with. This journal is to keep people out of my personal business but still allow them to get to know me.
What I cannot tolerate, what I do not tolerate, is one thing... do not proclaim your undying love for me because our characters banged. Once. Saying it in jest is one thing, but saying you honestly, really, really do love me IRL... is enough to make me want to shoot you in the face with buckshot made of knives.
Look, it's great you enjoyed our sex scene together. But that doesn't mean I like you OOC, it means I like your character. Assuming I have the same emotions as my character is enough to make me want to hunt you down, and rip out your throat with my teeth.
So... in closing.
This journal is here because I was harassed by jackasses who thought because my character boned them once, that they were now entitled to all my time. This happened more than once. Five times. Five times. And countless numbers of times I slammed them down into the pavement before they got any ideas. But five people didn't understand the word "No."
I can rant forever about that place. I really can, I was there six years. I still sometimes go back to have fun with a few good friends.
Also, I used to play a female Dom too. I didn't keep her long because of similar harassment reasons. Oh, yes, and this one guy who was convinced she was secretly a sub. He never would leave me the fuck alone until I blocked his ass.
Anyway, that's the reasoning behind the journal. Preventing harassment before it starts and keeping it contained. There are a precious few who can easily figure out the names of my other two journals. But that requires that you actually know me. I'm not hiding from my friends, I'm hiding from the idiots.
My friends can follow the trail of breadcrumbs and figure it out. And if you can't? No big deal. My other journals aren't that interesting. They're a lot like this one.
...My current music is absurdly fitting for this topic.
That brings us to journal number three. Technically speaking, it's a sock. Sort of. I find myself actively using this journal more than the other two. Why I created
brimsd is very simple. I wanted to join a sex rp. It's not that I'm bashful about my kinks, I'm really not. It has nothing to do with wank. Most people don't know who I am even when I'm logged in to my other two journals.It has everything to do with stalkers. Yes, stalkers.
Long ago, before I RPed on LJ. I joined a sex rp. I enjoyed it there, I had fun there. There was one painful downside... apparently, I was good at what I did. I played a male Dom. Good Doms are hard to find. I started getting recommended by word-of-mouth to people I didn't know. People I didn't care to know. Strangers began to message me, asking for sex. Which isn't bad except for one thing, four messages a day. A day. None of these people were terribly good RPers either, they were the most unimaginative cold fish I have ever encountered.
To avoid being bothered every time I logged in, I put a notice in my profile stating that I would not respond to OOC offers. Because seriously? It started to get old. I didn't get to actually RP, everyone wanted to talk to me OOC. The character I played allowed for IC offers.
He was the type of guy, you could walk up to, tell him your dirtiest kinks... and he would smile and ask how he could help you with that. He liked to find out what turned people on and he liked talking to people.
Long story short. People began to bother me in my personal journal, my personal website, my personal everything, asking for sex. Like I was some magical sex god who was the only one who could Dom them right. I don't respond well to ego stroking or ass kissing.
All of that? While annoying, I usually can deal with. This journal is to keep people out of my personal business but still allow them to get to know me.
What I cannot tolerate, what I do not tolerate, is one thing... do not proclaim your undying love for me because our characters banged. Once. Saying it in jest is one thing, but saying you honestly, really, really do love me IRL... is enough to make me want to shoot you in the face with buckshot made of knives.
Look, it's great you enjoyed our sex scene together. But that doesn't mean I like you OOC, it means I like your character. Assuming I have the same emotions as my character is enough to make me want to hunt you down, and rip out your throat with my teeth.
So... in closing.
This journal is here because I was harassed by jackasses who thought because my character boned them once, that they were now entitled to all my time. This happened more than once. Five times. Five times. And countless numbers of times I slammed them down into the pavement before they got any ideas. But five people didn't understand the word "No."
I can rant forever about that place. I really can, I was there six years. I still sometimes go back to have fun with a few good friends.
Also, I used to play a female Dom too. I didn't keep her long because of similar harassment reasons. Oh, yes, and this one guy who was convinced she was secretly a sub. He never would leave me the fuck alone until I blocked his ass.
Anyway, that's the reasoning behind the journal. Preventing harassment before it starts and keeping it contained. There are a precious few who can easily figure out the names of my other two journals. But that requires that you actually know me. I'm not hiding from my friends, I'm hiding from the idiots.
My friends can follow the trail of breadcrumbs and figure it out. And if you can't? No big deal. My other journals aren't that interesting. They're a lot like this one.
...My current music is absurdly fitting for this topic.