wandersalone
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ORIGINAL: Daddysredhead
I admit that I would love to gather the pitchforks and the angry mob of wimminz and put them in the Posse Mobile and kick some ass.
I admit that DB received a message that, on one hand, made me angry, and on the other made me think He has finally "arrived."
I admit that He told me of this message a couple of days ago.
I admit that the message declared that DB was, basically, an enigma.
I admit that the sender determined that, since He does not use a photo on His profile, and does not post on the boards, He is "made up."
I admit that He posted a few times years ago and got so confuzzled by the onslaught of reply posts that He stopped because He couldn't keep track of who was saying what.
I admit that He says I'm much better at the message boards than He is.
I admit that the sender claimed that no one has ever met DB.
I admit that I didn't realize that my imagination was so vivid.
I admit that I didn't realize that I had the power to cause group hallucinations.
I admit that there about 50+ people on the site (from this side and the flip side) who are hallucinating with me.
I admit that this means those of you who "think" that you have met DB, played with DB, had dinner with DB, had "hugs and squishes" from DB, talked to DB on the phone (even the overseas calls, so that means you, too, Angel), drove around Washington, DC with DB... you are all having visual and auditory hallucinations and should probably seek professional help.
I admit that means the bruises on my ass are also imaginary.
I admit that imaginary bruises hurt when you bump into something.
I admit that the sender said that DB may be a newbie to the lifestyle and was possibly "scared" to post a picture or write on the boards.
I admit that the thought of DB (or my imaginary friend, as the case may be ) being "scared" of anything made me laugh.
I admit that DB would love the opportunity to meet the sender, and had the sender not deleted his/her bullshit profile, He would have asked the person to meet at the club or over dinner.
I admit that the person ended the mesage with something about, "Oh, and no need to reply... this is probably Red's alternate screen name anyway."
I admit that DB said He was surprised that an unknown person would try to call Him out as being a fake.
I admit that I told Him that He needed to accept the fact that He can no longer call Himself "weal" or "twue."
I admit that He laughed hard enough to make His dimples show up, which made me a happy camper.
I admit that I would put money on who could "bring it" any day of the week if DB were one of the options.
I admit that He "brought it" in the bag Saturday night. *winks at lovingpet*
I admit that if you are reading this post right now, Mr. or Ms. Sender of Assinine Messages... you can kiss my big, white ass.
Signed,
Red
(whose Master doesn't need to prove SHIT to anyone, least of all, some punk on the internet)
I admit that I cried when I read this as one word in there was part of a nic of someone whose UM told him on saturday he had to choose between him and me.....so I opted out of pursuing anything further to save his relationship with his teen-monster. I feel I did the honourable and only decent thing but damn it doesn't make it hurt any less
Sophie if I still drank I would be asking you to pass me the tequila
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