I think you are being a bit unforgiving of the new people around here. Perhaps everyone who is so fulfilled and happy living BDSM should read their first twenty or so posts as punishment?
I hope so. I dislike the "bash the newbie" mentality, (though I'll admit I have partaken in this on a couple of occasions where the thread was obviously...out there...or grammatically offensive
I had an experience on a sailing forum a couple of years ago. I know nothing about sailing but I was writing a story about a man adrift in a lifeboat and I needed some technical information. I posted my question, (framing it as a writer doing research), which I guess was either too simple or obvious or...? And one of the forum's regulars proceeded to tear me a new asshole, all over the board, for my stupidity.
So, I have a reserve of sympathy for the new kids on the block. And I have these things I call "fingers" that allow me to scroll right on past the threads I know I will find silly or a waste of my time.
I think you are being a bit unforgiving of the new people around here. Perhaps everyone who is so fulfilled and happy living BDSM should read their first twenty or so posts as punishment?
I agree with you though I've been a bashing a few times. Bad me.
FF
Ok Repressed memories are a bitch.
But I also remember getting my ass handed to me time and time again by those on the board who cared or were just plain angry enough to take me to the woodshed and call me on my bullshit at the time, present company included.
It was a more challenging time. People's tempers would flare, strong forceful arguements were presented, people put more of the raw part of themselves out there, and people were challenged to grow. The sarcasm was as sharp as a razor blade, and sometimes they would use grownup talk on you, like share life experiences, that you had no clue what the hell they were saying but you'd give your left arm to have just a smidgin of what they had.
It was a time where you had respect and even admiration for those who disagreed with you. Over time some even became good friends dispite their differences.
I guess patience, tolerance and understanding is one way to open minds, but a double-bladed war axe does a pretty good job too, its just a little messy.
I guess I am grateful to those who had patience, tolerance and understanding for me.
Dam. How did you do that?
Ok Repressed memories are a bitch.
But I also remember getting my ass handed to me time and time again by those on the board who cared or were just plain angry enough to take me to the woodshed and call me on my bullshit at the time, present company included.
It was a more challenging time. People's tempers would flare, strong forceful arguements were presented, people put more of the raw part of themselves out there, and people were challenged to grow. The sarcasm was as sharp as a razor blade, and sometimes they would use grownup talk on you, like share life experiences, that you had no clue what the hell they were saying but you'd give your left arm to have just a smidgin of what they had.
It was a time where you had respect and even admiration for those who disagreed with you. Over time some even became good friends dispite their differences.
I guess patience, tolerance and understanding is one way to open minds, but a double-bladed war axe does a pretty good job too, its just a little messy.
I guess I am grateful to those who had patience, tolerance and understanding for me.
Dam. How did you do that?
You miss AA, Francisco, Eviktar, Ebony, Shadowsdream, et al too, huh?
me too
Ok Repressed memories are a bitch.
But I also remember getting my ass handed to me time and time again by those on the board who cared or were just plain angry enough to take me to the woodshed and call me on my bullshit at the time, present company included.
It was a more challenging time. People's tempers would flare, strong forceful arguements were presented, people put more of the raw part of themselves out there, and people were challenged to grow. The sarcasm was as sharp as a razor blade, and sometimes they would use grownup talk on you, like share life experiences, that you had no clue what the hell they were saying but you'd give your left arm to have just a smidgin of what they had.
It was a time where you had respect and even admiration for those who disagreed with you. Over time some even became good friends dispite their differences.
I guess patience, tolerance and understanding is one way to open minds, but a double-bladed war axe does a pretty good job too, its just a little messy.
I guess I am grateful to those who had patience, tolerance and understanding for me.
Dam. How did you do that?
Oh, lawd! She's speaking in tongues!
