Reiteration

I guess I have to do this again…only this time it’s not nosy, snooping girlfriends  and ex-girlfriends, it’s family.

Yep this is a public blog.  But you have to search, and search pretty dammed hard with the right combination to pull this one out of your ass.  I can barely find myself here, and I know where to search.  For Fucks Sake.  And anyone wonders why I have a tendency to fucking disappear?

Read at your own risk. I will not be forced to make this blog private because of you. I am not going to create another in an attempt to keep you out of a very private space of my life.  Just think, had I wanted you here I would have invited you here.

I don’t want to hear about what you read here and do not allude to reading here unless you are willing to take the asschewing you deserve for being a snoop and being told to leave.  Either way,  it’s like opening someones publically sent, private mail even when it’s stuffed back in an open envelope and left on the table. Snooping is snooping. And it’s wrong. Begone…

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5 Responses to Reiteration

  1. Fusion's avatar Fusion says:

    I wish I’d thought to write something as eloquent back when some extended family members found my blog a ways back…

    Thanks Fusion. I was really pissed. Accepting is one thing….using it against me is another. I just don’t want to hear it…..

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  2. M:e's avatar M:e says:

    You know I can relate to this sweety.

    love and hugs xxx

    *grins* I know you do M:e. ((hugs))

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  3. Just threaten to spank him or her…That usually shuts ’em up…especially if they’ve read about a spanking recently. LOL!

    They probably haven’t (and never would) however, that wouldn’t stop me in the least, lol.

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  4. gillette's avatar gillette says:

    Ha…reminds me of a conversation I had with one of my more inquisitive daughters years ago.

    She: So Mom…what do you do with those men?

    Me, looking her squarely and intently as I do, straight in the eyes: Are you really sure you want to know? You’d better thing long and hard about this. Because if you do, I’ll tell you.

    She…silence…: No thank you.

    Ha! There ya go. It would be one thing I think to have an approving or at least an accepting voyeur as opposed to a highly judgmental, throw it in your face/let it slip in a “I know something about you didn’t think I knew” when you least expect it, one.

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  5. *smiles* ((hugs)) Just remember you’ve got another spot if you truly want privacy on something…*winks*

    Thanks Shannee. I really don’t want to have to do that for *this* reason. Why the fuck can’t some people just leave me the fuck alone? Or at least keep their mouth shut about it, not drop obvious hints all over but will not respond when I outright ask? Maybe I should just do as he says…ignore the ignorant.

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