You idiots, you must stop stealing
from me. Yes, you.
I've never bothered to do the whole copyright protected
disclaimer on this page because I figured no one would be silly
enough to steal from the sewer, right? Wrong. Seems there's no honour among deviants either.
Now I have had people 'borrow' from me
before, use me as their 'inspiration' for a topic, or subconsciously
using the odd 'no?' or 'my lovelies' as they speak. That's just
fine, I do the same thing myself, all the time. Odds are you can
tell what I'm reading by how, more importantly what, I write,
reflecting influences from Doc and the crazy sex lady on Salon,
through to Flani and Woolie, but I'd like to think that I never
blatantly rip them off, claiming their words, or styles, as my own. I take inspiration, and then I add them into mine, not me into
theirs. Some geniuses out there, however, are adding themselves to me, and
passing me, us, off as their individual brilliance.
That's a spectacularly shitty thing to
do, and it will stop, henceforth.
Cue awkward silence...
This is the best bit about the
interwebs, nothing will bloody change, will it? Buggers will come,
read, replicate, and life will move on. But before you choose to rob
my sewer, a word of wisdom, my lovelies. Sewer tales earn you the
unfortunate reputation of unseriousness. You will be written off by
the 'real' writers, those ones with poetry and shit, as nothing more
than an uncouth hack. You will never win a BAKE award, or be
nominated, not unless they start a sex blog section (I'm laughing
hysterically. That's never gonna happen, thankfully...). Now if the
sewer is something you genuinely love, that warning will make no
difference to you, because you know that to have certain
conversations you need to be in a hidden corner of the internet, away
from the moral bastards. If, however, you're using the sex to get
famous, don’t bother, and if you do, don’t steal my well thought
out and carefully researched sex (I am not mocking myself, this
time). Go out and get your own damn sex, you thieving little...
Woosaaaaa...
I don’t mind being robbed, but I
object to foolish, and lazy, robbers.
