I paid to see who liked me. It was forty one people who never wrote
- Looking for
- an ongoing dynamic with somebody who actually checks the work
- Experience
- Two years, self taught, three short things that went nowhere.
- Around
- the west end, Toronto
I paid for three months of the upgraded tier to find out who had liked me. It was forty one people. Of the forty one I wrote to eleven, four answered, one met me, and he spent the entire hour on his phone.
Twenty seven, submissive, west end, two years in and mostly self taught out of books. I am putting the money in the first paragraph so that somebody else does not have to learn it the same way. The tier fixes nothing. The problem was never that I could not see who liked me. The problem is that a like costs nothing and therefore means nothing, and paying to see a list of nothing is still nothing.
What I have decided to do instead is write properly, once, and be specific enough that the wrong people skip it.
I want something ongoing rather than an evening. I want somebody who gives me things to do and then actually checks whether I did them. I am at my worst unsupervised and I know it, and I would rather say that plainly than dress it up as philosophy.
Practical: flatshare, cannot host, retail hours, so my weekend falls on Tuesday and Wednesday. I will travel anywhere on the line without complaint.
Not looking to be an experiment. Not looking to be asked my limits before I have been asked my name. And not looking to be told I am too young to know, which has now happened three times.