Mixed Messages
It's Ramblin' Time!
Mostly because I'm full of mixed feelings about a contact that was made on a system that I have a profile on. (It's Fetlife, so I expect some level of idiocy on a regular basis.) Like most people, I have an assortment of photos on my profile, some of me, some of things I like, some fantastical version of me in another universe, that type of thing. One is of me leaning against a wall, face to the wall in a corset, stocking, thong, and heels. Nothing terribly overt, but, you know.
I debated about putting it up, as I tend to dislike boob/cock shots, but I don't use it as a profile pic and it *is* full body, and one of the few that I have so I like it because it amply illustrates that I'm not a size two. Truth in advertising, so to speak. My friends, perverts that they are, leave random comments, of the woot woot variety, which is fine. They amuse me and they're only a little racey.
Then there are the random comments from strangers. A while back, I received a comment of:
Oh God Yes yes yes!
This comment amused me and he ended up on my friends list for a while. It was flirty and flattering and not terribly graphic or annoying.
This morning's offering:
Oh yes. You have an Extremely Yummy Ass. I'd love to bend you over, pull the thong out of the way, spread your luscious cheeks apart and tongue fuck your ass hole.
This one, unlike the other random comment, leaves me with mixed emotions. On the one hand, it's an ego boost to have random strangers surf onto my journal (probably from something they've read on the forums there that I've posted, I'm never the silent type) and make comments about how they find you attractive in one manner or another.
On the other hand, there's this stranger with very little profile and no pic (unlike the first example who had pics and profile filled out) who's talking about wanting to lay hands on me and what exactly he'd like to do. When you stop to really think about it, it's just a tad creepy, never mind the fact that I'm not particularly into the act that he's apparently wanting to do.
It's not that I'm totally turned off by it, but that every time I imagine it I just sort of get all squiggly and think it'd feel *really* weird. Anyway
So, as I tend to do when people leave comments, I surfed over to his journal and looked around. The person's definitely an ass man. He, apparently, surfs to a lot of various journals and leaves variations of the same comment he left on mine.
Ok. So, that isn't quite so flattering. Not horrifying, since he's J. Random Person who's obviously into asses and pictures with them displayed get commented on. I know that people are going to surf to pics to amuse/arouse/get off on. If I minded that, I wouldn't put any of me up and stick to the SL avatar pics or the Sailor Moon Character maker pics, or whatever.
And yet, most of the people that might be doing that don't leave comments. They just surf on by. Hell, it's possible that my friends are surfing by, getting off, and moving on to the next forum for all I know. (Yes. I'm looking at you. You know who you are. *hee*)
All this has left me in a rather thoughtful mood this morning. Obviously, I like people leaving comments, both on my writing and on my pics. If I wasn't an attention ho on some level, I wouldn't post journal style entries on my profile or post pics of me. It's flattering that I catch enough attention that someone bothers to stop and even post a quick word or two. It means that *something* caught their eye.
It's also pretty much a part of the deal that you don't get to control *WHO* looks at your pics and writing and that by putting it out there for all and sundry, you're going to get some people you're going to wince at stop and drop in. Lord knows that after going on two decades online, I should be aware of and ok with the whole lookie-loo phenomenon and exhibitionism of posting or having a presence online. And, I really am.
Sometimes, though, like this morning, I pause to think. "What about all the creepers out there that may also be doing what J. Random Person drops in for and getting really....creepy?"
Not that it will stop me from having the presence that I do. After this long I'm not sure what I'd do with all the spare time I'd get back.
Prolly go play WoW and try to write my epic novel that will never be and get crazy stalkers like some big name authors do.
Hm.
Not really that much different than the online creepers.
Life's weird like that.
Mostly because I'm full of mixed feelings about a contact that was made on a system that I have a profile on. (It's Fetlife, so I expect some level of idiocy on a regular basis.) Like most people, I have an assortment of photos on my profile, some of me, some of things I like, some fantastical version of me in another universe, that type of thing. One is of me leaning against a wall, face to the wall in a corset, stocking, thong, and heels. Nothing terribly overt, but, you know.
I debated about putting it up, as I tend to dislike boob/cock shots, but I don't use it as a profile pic and it *is* full body, and one of the few that I have so I like it because it amply illustrates that I'm not a size two. Truth in advertising, so to speak. My friends, perverts that they are, leave random comments, of the woot woot variety, which is fine. They amuse me and they're only a little racey.
Then there are the random comments from strangers. A while back, I received a comment of:
Oh God Yes yes yes!
This comment amused me and he ended up on my friends list for a while. It was flirty and flattering and not terribly graphic or annoying.
This morning's offering:
Oh yes. You have an Extremely Yummy Ass. I'd love to bend you over, pull the thong out of the way, spread your luscious cheeks apart and tongue fuck your ass hole.
This one, unlike the other random comment, leaves me with mixed emotions. On the one hand, it's an ego boost to have random strangers surf onto my journal (probably from something they've read on the forums there that I've posted, I'm never the silent type) and make comments about how they find you attractive in one manner or another.
On the other hand, there's this stranger with very little profile and no pic (unlike the first example who had pics and profile filled out) who's talking about wanting to lay hands on me and what exactly he'd like to do. When you stop to really think about it, it's just a tad creepy, never mind the fact that I'm not particularly into the act that he's apparently wanting to do.
It's not that I'm totally turned off by it, but that every time I imagine it I just sort of get all squiggly and think it'd feel *really* weird. Anyway
So, as I tend to do when people leave comments, I surfed over to his journal and looked around. The person's definitely an ass man. He, apparently, surfs to a lot of various journals and leaves variations of the same comment he left on mine.
Ok. So, that isn't quite so flattering. Not horrifying, since he's J. Random Person who's obviously into asses and pictures with them displayed get commented on. I know that people are going to surf to pics to amuse/arouse/get off on. If I minded that, I wouldn't put any of me up and stick to the SL avatar pics or the Sailor Moon Character maker pics, or whatever.
And yet, most of the people that might be doing that don't leave comments. They just surf on by. Hell, it's possible that my friends are surfing by, getting off, and moving on to the next forum for all I know. (Yes. I'm looking at you. You know who you are. *hee*)
All this has left me in a rather thoughtful mood this morning. Obviously, I like people leaving comments, both on my writing and on my pics. If I wasn't an attention ho on some level, I wouldn't post journal style entries on my profile or post pics of me. It's flattering that I catch enough attention that someone bothers to stop and even post a quick word or two. It means that *something* caught their eye.
It's also pretty much a part of the deal that you don't get to control *WHO* looks at your pics and writing and that by putting it out there for all and sundry, you're going to get some people you're going to wince at stop and drop in. Lord knows that after going on two decades online, I should be aware of and ok with the whole lookie-loo phenomenon and exhibitionism of posting or having a presence online. And, I really am.
Sometimes, though, like this morning, I pause to think. "What about all the creepers out there that may also be doing what J. Random Person drops in for and getting really....creepy?"
Not that it will stop me from having the presence that I do. After this long I'm not sure what I'd do with all the spare time I'd get back.
Prolly go play WoW and try to write my epic novel that will never be and get crazy stalkers like some big name authors do.
Hm.
Not really that much different than the online creepers.
Life's weird like that.