Treatise on Handjobs

You know what I miss? Venting.

Years ago, the dating site OKCupid had a journal feature. This would allow you to blog your thoughts out to an online community of people that were outside your typical real-world social sphere. There was a freedom in it. A place to organize my thoughts, be they philosophical or emotional or outright stupid, and air them out to an entirely different universe of people. It was the freedom to vent without worrying about what Grandma would think when Facebook’s algorithms decide that she would be interested in my expletive-ridden diatribe on handjobs. Or whatever.

OKC has since nixed all that substantial character exposition in favor of a tinder-style swipeorama, and after a recent dipping of my toe into the old online dating waters I was surprised at how much I missed it. As such, having a journal like this has become a big motivator in having my own website. Despite living in a society where virtually nobody reads, my desire to put words out to the world has led me here. A lot of this will be a disjointed mess. I have no topics in mind, no narrative to tell other than what unfolds naturally. But, ultimately, that’s kind of the point.

Here I am, world. The inner thoughts of a well-meaning yet fairly average weirdo. Let’s see what becomes of it.

-M