Expiration - RTOTD #876

Day 876

I'm letting my FetLife support expire.

It seems weird to do it since I've been a supporter for so long now that I barely remember NOT being a supporter. I didn't even think about it. It was just the way it was.

But I don't really make use of it at this point. Hell, I barely even write this fucking blog anymore (mostly because I couldn't give 2 shits about much of anything anymore and very little actually even registers on my radar at this point) and almost never check Fet more than once or twice a day for like 30 seconds; often going days between even glancing at the site.

I ignore my inbox. I barely feign interest in the couple groups that I "run". And I could not give a fuck about what anyone said more than 10 hours ago.

Not to mention that this place is virtually dead anymore.

Please don't misunderstand me here. This isn't some lame "I'm leaving [insert X website/social media service/message board thing] forever" performance art bullshit. That shit is fucking dumb. This is just a realization that I had.

I have no need to support FetLife at this point. It isn't providing me a service that I'm making any sort of use of, and while I totally support its purpose and John's devotion to making it into a tool that has radically changed the kink landscape and the way that kinksters interact and communicate and organize as a community, it's just not my bag at this point.

In the past, I might have still supported and thrown my money at it just to hope that my couple bucks might help them with expanding that mission or at the bare minimum, keep the lights & servers running for another few hours. But out of a sense of caring for fostering the kind of community that I wanted to interact with even when I wasn't making use of it.

Now though? Something has changed for me. I've just reached a point of apathy for any of it. For writing this blog. For providing time, energy and space. For entertaining and volunteering. Or for working to facilitate the kind of community that I wanted to be a part of, as opposed to one populated by whiny attention whoring tantrum throwing children-of-absolute-tolerance-for-everything-as-long-as-it's-not-something-that-we-don't-agree-with and over-compensating self-important bores that we have allowed ourselves to be content with.

Now I just don't care enough.

I mean, more power to you all that have the energy to keep going. I don't right now. More power to those of you that actually use this place for building something cool instead of the snore-inducing drivel that we have had for far too long now. And more power to you providing an alternative to the status quo milquetoast that is vast majority of the community in this corner of the state.

But who knows? Maybe I'll eventually recharge my batteries and care enough to support again and get back out there, causing ruckus, being a trouble-maker and inducing headaches for people and organizations that I think are bloated, contradictory, over-complicated, sometimes insane (the "don't stick your dick in it" kind; not the fun kind) and generally bland houses-of-cards waiting to tumble down upon themselves.

But for the time being, I don't think I'm going to be supporting shit.