Rant Mode ON
Well, I’ve done it again .. even though I promised myself that I wouldn’t. I’ve joined yet another social networking website.
Not that many years ago, girls like me felt alone .. as though they were the only one’s with this passion. Contact magazines and adult bookstores provided the only opportunity to meet others, and it wasn’t pretty.
Then along came computers and telecommunications, and everything changed. Dial-up bulletin boards and IRC chat quickly illustrated that there are others like us out there. And they weren’t all the stereotypical “SheMales” with the gigantic implants and huge cocks. Feelings of optimism and excitement sweep over us. Phone line connections gave us the opportunity to connect to others but the time necessary for modems to connect and slow download speeds meant we had to stop and think about where we were going before we went there.
The high speed connection and the Internet emerged. And we then had the ability to perv more websites in a minute that we could in an entire evening. And everyone’s fingers was trying to find our purses, try to squeeze money from us.
Social networking sites, sites where people of similar interests can share and socialize, began to spring up .. and the number of them out there continues to grow, even today. The dust hasn’t settled yet, and no winners have been declared in the race to be THE networking site.
So much for the “history according to Bimbo”.
I have my hands full. I have a Yahoo360 presence I’d like to put to sleep (except that it brings a fair amount of traffic to this website), a URNA profile I look in on every month of so, a YouTube video account, a Facebook profile for my male side, an Alt dot com membership (that has given me the most real life contacts as well as my very best, and very worst, chatroom experiences), and Instant Messaging profiles on both MSN and Yahoo. I still belong to several Yahoo “special interest” groups but always fall behind on their posts. I’ve also turned down numerous requests to “Join Me” on countless other sites. And I have this website … photo gallery updates, bi-weekly chat and this blog. It’s the thing I’m most committed to right now.
So therein lies my dilemma. I’ve joined another one. So now there’s one more online community for me to neglect. And I hate that … because I’ve always done my very best to be attentive to those who I’m connected to. At one time it felt overwhelming but now it just saddens me. I’m really not like this! When someone speaks to me, I answer!
I expect FetLife to be yet another place where I have to keep fending off requests to meet at the drop of a hat. But who knows … just maybe it’ll be the “special one”. After all, a very interesting guy suggested it to me.
So, please bear with me, but until I figure out where I really need to be, I’m keeping a presence in too many places for my own good.
Rant mode is now off