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2009-08-05
A couple of days ago I received some bad news. I then forwarded the message on to a couple of people who I knew would actually care and would be touched.
I did not post about it or tweet about it except for several hours later when I tweeted vaguely about how news travels incredibly fast.
But for the most part, I didn't mention anything online except for the normal blather concerning bookings and travel, etc.
Otherwise it would have been like posting the equivalent of crocodile tears.
Now most of my friends that are in the know, realize that I'm not sad in any way. The person involved in the tragic circumstances was not a particular friend of mine and barely an acquaintance. We traveled to many of the same fetish events and hung out with the same people, albeit usually at different times. There are a couple of photos from parties where we are posing together but except for those infrequent interactions, a slight shift of the head or a nod usually served as a greeting.
But as I watched the news spread across the internet with almost morbid fascination, I think i actually started to become slightly upset. I thought about posting something, but then I didn't want to participate and continued to refrain from doing so. I preferred watching everyone else and how they reacted. People react to death in a variety of ways. And they heal in different ways too. I understand that.
I realize one cannot underestimate the power of the online social networks that exist. I have a Facebook, i still maintain a MySpace page. And to the annoyance of quite a few, I Tweet as well.
There's no quicker way of spreading news, and just as ever bad news travels twice as fast.
It's a sad event and people do care, but I find it odd and strange and somewhat disheartening. People intensely Tweeted about it in quick and short bursts of text that filled my page, and then in just 24 hours there's barely a mention.
I would hope, that if something so final would ever end up happening to me - by accident, old age, or even by my own hand (which is pretty damn unlikely as i am too stubborn and would prefer everyone to suffer my existance) - I would hope that the people who knew me so well would take a little bit more than 140 characters to express themselves - be it for sorrow or remorse or hatred or anything.
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Tony Mitchell wrote an article for his friend on his Fetishistas webite here.
I did not post about it or tweet about it except for several hours later when I tweeted vaguely about how news travels incredibly fast.
But for the most part, I didn't mention anything online except for the normal blather concerning bookings and travel, etc.
Otherwise it would have been like posting the equivalent of crocodile tears.
Now most of my friends that are in the know, realize that I'm not sad in any way. The person involved in the tragic circumstances was not a particular friend of mine and barely an acquaintance. We traveled to many of the same fetish events and hung out with the same people, albeit usually at different times. There are a couple of photos from parties where we are posing together but except for those infrequent interactions, a slight shift of the head or a nod usually served as a greeting.
But as I watched the news spread across the internet with almost morbid fascination, I think i actually started to become slightly upset. I thought about posting something, but then I didn't want to participate and continued to refrain from doing so. I preferred watching everyone else and how they reacted. People react to death in a variety of ways. And they heal in different ways too. I understand that.
I realize one cannot underestimate the power of the online social networks that exist. I have a Facebook, i still maintain a MySpace page. And to the annoyance of quite a few, I Tweet as well.
There's no quicker way of spreading news, and just as ever bad news travels twice as fast.
It's a sad event and people do care, but I find it odd and strange and somewhat disheartening. People intensely Tweeted about it in quick and short bursts of text that filled my page, and then in just 24 hours there's barely a mention.
I would hope, that if something so final would ever end up happening to me - by accident, old age, or even by my own hand (which is pretty damn unlikely as i am too stubborn and would prefer everyone to suffer my existance) - I would hope that the people who knew me so well would take a little bit more than 140 characters to express themselves - be it for sorrow or remorse or hatred or anything.
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Tony Mitchell wrote an article for his friend on his Fetishistas webite here.
I'm performing in Italy again!
I've been around parts within the past few years and even a couple months ago but only for shoots.
It's been a long time since I've performed and those shows have always been in rome (with MatthiasGrimme, SukaOff, Amrita, & Esmeralda).
The theme is medical and instead of doing a fetish show I'm going to do a bondage show.
Instead of featuring blatant medical visual props and symbol, it's going to be very basic, yet still fall into the theme.
I only hope I don't get too beat up.
I think it will work well.
No flyer yet but there should be one sorted in about a month as there's still time.
Decadence
Bologna, Italy.
Oct 16
I've been around parts within the past few years and even a couple months ago but only for shoots.
It's been a long time since I've performed and those shows have always been in rome (with MatthiasGrimme, SukaOff, Amrita, & Esmeralda).
The theme is medical and instead of doing a fetish show I'm going to do a bondage show.
Instead of featuring blatant medical visual props and symbol, it's going to be very basic, yet still fall into the theme.
I only hope I don't get too beat up.
I think it will work well.
No flyer yet but there should be one sorted in about a month as there's still time.
Decadence
Bologna, Italy.
Oct 16