On the beach for perverts

So I've been away from here for a little bit, mainly on Tumblr, which has been a fantastic source of perversion and, latterly of perverts themselves.

But the corporates who run the thing have decided they don't want half their users. A bit like a planned  Titanic they are casting the unwanted 'not the better half' overboard and without lifeboats.

While to an outsider this probably looks like a good thing, as so much of the content was very bad, it was nevertheless a happy little community of perverts, reaching out to each other and doing little harm (to anyone that wasn't fond of a little harm).  If anything the harm that was done was to talented pornography creators, so hopefully it will get  people like me to go back to renewing subscriptions... Or getting round to joining that patreon account...

Still it's a sad little moment in life whenever any happy community is uprooted and there are plaintive little cries of frustration and sadness. Where will you go? How shall we keep in touch? Follow me on...

It's over stating it to say we're going into exile or it's the end of things, but it does feel a little like both.

As for my reaction, I'm like those two old gents in the club, getting through the finest vintages as there'll be no-one drinking them soon  after.  In short, dignified gluttony. This isn't that big a change for me...

Next year in the Holy Land? Well Fetlife anyway...


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