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RisiaSkye said:I've seen it too, mg. Sometimes, it seems like this place will become just another Playground, full of the endless one-line "oh yes, you're so hot! Smack my ass again" flirt posts. Sometimes, it feels like there's no room for real life and real people here.
However, that's only sometimes.
I agree with the guidelines of this community, and I've made an effort to always follow them, at least as often as is possible for just one more fallible human.
I think you're safe here, at least as safe as you ever were. Trolls are like bees; they sting, but they squash easily and don't amount to much. I think there's little chance of your personal sharing getting turned around--at least, no more chance than there was before.
I think we can be whatever community we decide to be. But I think, personally, that I value the discussion cym started so long ago far too much to just let it fade into the sunset. I won't go without a fight, but if this place becomes a haven for make-believe, I'm gone. There's no judgement in that, just a statement of my personal preferences, desires, and contingency plan.
I agree with you on all counts, Sam.
It was incredibly difficult (for me) not to lash out at the haters and cym-bashing, but I didn't want to either be a hypocrite by sinking to that level or be a force for negativity. Sometimes, I can't be a person, a real one with thoughts and feelings and friends and opinions and even bad days where I yell. Sometimes, I have to be a "role model" and a "Moderator." And, even when I do that as well as I possibly can in keeping with my own conscience, someone is always unhappy with the choices I make, or that Mods make in general.
In deciding to take the high (some would say "high horse") road, I alienated and hurt a friend who really needed to feel the support of this community--or at least of her close friends--because she was being attacked, and hurt, by others. Sometimes, there's no right answer no matter what you do, and that's why I've decided to take a step back from this place for a while.
I'll still be here to take out the trash and check in, but it's going to be a while before I read many of the threads again. Maybe, as the dust settles, there'll be room for Moderators to be just people, even ones with real and strong and informed opinions and emotions and human frailties, again. Perhaps, and here's hoping. Until then, I offer you this:
RisiaSkye
BDSM Forum Moderator & Participant
monster666 said:If "Oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense" is sarcasm as I am sure it is, then I agree, Caroline.
RisiaSkye said:Thank you, all of you, for the remarkable words of support and the positive turn you've directed the board into in the last few days.
RS
CarolineOh said:
Yes, it was meant to be sarcastic.
I can't imagine how the moderators here could possibly do a better job than they have done. The idea that they ought to not post their opinions is ludicrous, and can only be ascribed to sore feelings by those who can't hope to match their wisdom and experience.
cymbidia said:Y'all are...wonderful. Thank you.
cymbidia said:Willow, thank you but i'm leaving early Wednesday morning (in this case, early = 3am - in about 26 hours) to go see my family and Risia and MasterMe for a week. I'll be back after that, though, and R and i will post here from her house, a post that'll include details of seing the elusive MasterMe in the flesh.
cymbidia said:She wants me to find a nice sadistic domly sort to settle down with. You know, just what all mothers want for thier daughters.
A nickle is five cents, Willow, and barely worth bending over to pick up in the street.WillowPuss said:I might be worried about more than a few rolls of nickels. (What are they? How many cents, I mean?)
cymbidia said:A nickle is five cents, Willow, and barely worth bending over to pick up in the street.
CarolineOh said:
And what sort of things do you think are worth bending over for hmm?