***Second disclaimer of the week: this post features offensive language and mental imagery. Consider yourselves warned.***
I’m not easily offended. At all. I have gross brothers and male cousins and I wrote on a college comedy paper with a bunch of dudes and I am an intelligent, open-minded person who can find the humor in pretty much anything. Therefore, in the nearly one year history of this blog, I have not censored any comments. Not a one. Granted, 99% of your comments have been positive, supportive or genuinely hilarious, so I’m not martyring myself or anything. My point is that I’m not some shrinking violet who can’t take a joke or has my panties permanently in a wad.
So, imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to a WordPress comment notification that actually upset me. It’s from someone who has never commented before, and thus, it required my permission before posting to the site, and I can tell you right now that it’s not gonna make it. Why?
Because on my ridiculously bullshit-y post Seven Questions, someone kindly asked:
Why doesn’t your husband just gag you with his cock?
I just wrote, and deleted, a whole post worth of crazy about this comment. I’ve decided not to publish all my very many feelings because it could very well have just been an attempt at humor that fell flat because 1) this is the internet and 2) I have no idea who this person is and 3) the only way those types of jokes can ever hope to work is if they are directed at personal friends and don’t carry vaguely threatening undertones.
If you were kidding, I apologize for calling you out.
If you are a diligent spammer, I commend you. That post was about husbands and talking, so nice work.
However, if you are implying that my voice is too stupid or silly for my own blog, and that the only solution is to offensively suggest that my husband “silence” me, then I would hope you find another place to surf the internet.
End (totally redacted) rant.