Well, I managed to piss off another twitter/blogger person today.
Do you know @meetthebreeder or know his work? Well, if you don’t, you can follow him on twitter, you’ll see a link to his blog. He (semi-anonymously) writes very erotic blogposts about his past and present sexual exploits. They are all very detailed and you can tell he has a fair bit of experience as a writer.
Anyway, today’s post was a multi-page, Part 1 cliff-hanger of a story. It was very well received by his readership, with many comments being along the lines of “Tis your best post yet!”
Well, being the sarcastic cunt that I am, I tweeted him and asked if he couldn’t just simply yadda-yadda over the details and get right to the sexy bits?
(P.S. I got the “yadda yadda” thing from a Seinfeld episode— it’s what they used to fill in for all the details. I figured, if it worked for Seinfeld…)
If you have read any of his stories (as I have), then you would know they are ALL about the details and nuance. So, I assumed (wrongly, as it turns out) that it would be viewed in much the same way as if I was standing next to Robert Mappelthorpe and said, “But couldn’t you have used color film?”
His reaction to my tweet caught me completely off-guard. Basically it was as if I had just shit in his mouth.
He instantly tweeted back that he was extremely offended and how dare I imply that his writing wasn’t sexy with my whole “yadda-yadda”, etc.
Frankly, I was gobsmacked by this.
What I was expecting was either to be ignored as usual, or maybe some friendly twitter banter like “Well, other people seem to be “getting off” on the details” or “I’ll take it under advisement” or something. Or even “Just for that… no Part 2 for you!” (another Seinfeld refeence)
But no. I got instant defensive anger. And to this I’m not sure even how to respond. Mainly because I don’t get it. Ok, I mean, I get that you’re a writer and you are very protective of your work. And perhaps past critiscism has made you assume a cautious, defensive posture. And that’s fine. But to me, it just came off as being hyper-sensitive and maybe a tad egocentric.
Because at the end of the day, it’s a blog about sex. It’s not like the blog is about Darfur… or even DarFIVE. (Again, with the humor). You are a purveor of porn. Granted, it’s really well written porn, but it’s porn nonetheless. It’s about guys salaciously getting it on, in glorious detail.
I attempted to apologize… albeit poorly. Unfortunately, I don’t react well when I believe someone had an opportunity to simply shrug something off (or better yet to to show self-deprecating humor) and instead becomes irrationally (again, in my opinion) upset. It’s hard for me to really apologize when I just don’t understand what I’m apologizing for.
I said I was sorry for my attempt at humor. But I also suggested that perhaps he agree that he overreacted a tad?
Oh my god, mistake. Well, all this managed to do was to start a very negative back and forth. I doubt he’ll ever talk to me again now. Which is sad, because at one point (a few years back) we had a nice back and forth dialog going about our childhoods, etc.
Oh well. It’s probably for the best, right? We’re completely different people.
If someone had tweeted me about perhaps yadda-yadda’ing over my details next time, my reply would have been: Part 2: Yadda-yadda, then I came in your mom’s ass.
