This blog is like your retarded psychologically challenged cousin, nobody really knows what to do with him, they know he's schizophrenic, but that is the extent of their mental health knowledge.
You've seen him in his undies, you have seen he's got a big wang, you've seen he's got nice buns around the rear, but it hardly seems appropriate to touch them.
Sure, he’s old enough at 20 years of age, but…
I think that is this blog, the truth dressed in dirty clothes. It started off as a fictional narrative of a made up character, in the beginning.
Then it was just fictional stories individually, like I was work shopping them. I was work shopping them.
(I let it go for 3 years)
Then it became reality, with all the names changed and a liberal licence with the truth. A kind of fictional truth.
(I let it go for another 3 years)
Then I used it to record conversations between S and I, because I love him and I wanted to record them just for myself. They make me smile when I go back and read them. But, may be now, with this new version I might just keep them private once again. Maybe they aren’t so interesting to everyone else.
(I let it go for another 3 years)
Then it was pornographic images, dick shots, for a while, during the "I doubt that I could save this blog," period.
Then I used it as a poetry blog, (with the porn returned to draft form) but I decided to start my own poetry blog on a more reliable blogging platform, with more of a poetry name so interested people could find them.
The reliable platform was where I have always maintained my main blog, FletcherBeaver.
It was still on the other platform, blog.com (which doesn't seem to work any longer) and it was becoming wildly unstable, which was kind of ironic. Was I just going to let it go?
But no! I'm now changing it over entry for entry from to blogger.com, just for posterity, just for my own interest. I tried to do the back up and restore from backup but it didn't like it. I can now go back and read it on Blogger, without it failing on me continually like it did on blog.com. That Bad Pathway was driving me nuts.
And, for FletcherSatchel Mk2, I photoshopped off their willies, just to get with these new PC times we live in.
And why, I hear you ask? Because, essentially, I am a hoarder at heart and I can never bear to part with anything, sad but true. I can't throw anything out, not even my words, it would seem.
And that was going to be it, a historical document just for my own interest. I'm not sure that it is going to get too many new entries going forward, unless I can find a way to differentiate it from my main blog.
But… now that I had it, it seemed stupid not to use it… more than one blog being difficult, being as it may.
So that meant fictional, that is what it is now.
I'm going to write some fictional nonsense from time to time, just to keep it going.
I can go back a rewrite things/everything, though, because that is what fiction is, re-writing and imagination.
2015
And it was just sex stories there for a while, but I have tried to change a lot of them too, into something else.
I changed its name again to Use The Remote.
Slowly, in the recent years, I have changed it to a fictional blog. I have re-written all of the posts from 2023 to 2015 and they are now all fictional, all made up stories... kind of adapting what I already had, so if some of them seem, ah, how do I put it, difficult, that is why.
That’s it. My identity changed blog is now healed. Ha ha, do you like that? It has an identity, it is fiction all the way, baby.
28.11.2023
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