I’m having one of those days where the middle finger is answering every one of those questions posed to me. My phone and email are filled with messages from peeps following Saturday’s radio broadcast. Well, the reviews are in. Let’s see what they have to say:
New York Times: “CRAP!”
Cleveland Plain Dealer: “You”ll never date in this town again Snarky Kat!”
Disgruntled ex-beau email: “You are a fucking liar on your blog. You put up that phoney video of our date. What you left out was what a fucking lying cunt you are. Bitch you were all over me. You are only a cock tease. I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else’s dick.”
Another gent that wouldn’t fuck me with someone else’s dick including Dan Pelko’s: “I wasn’t insecure. That was bullshit.”
Entitled navel lint jackbag: “You will have sex with that douche bag on the radio but you wouldn’t give me a hand job? U bashed me on your show and in your blog. You are suck a fake!!”
“Cleveland Dawg”: an overly sensitive sports enthusiast that probably tapes a stadium pal to his legs : “U pic on men that love nascar to be funy but u ain’t. U r a bitch”
Annoyed OK Cupid gent that has never met me: “You believe your own legend BIOTCH. You are the fakest of them all.”
Obviously, with this kind of feedback I will think twice about doing a radio show in the future…. once…..twice…… Okay, just thought about it and I CAN’T WAIT TO DO ANOTHER ONE COCKSUCKERS!!! Next time I will be naming names and showing penis pics.
You just can’t win for trying. No matter how sexy the pics I post of myself. I hit the air waves last Saturday, as a neutered snarkless snatch. It is a lying pile of pixels to suggest I bashed anyone. I sure as fuck could have but I didn’t. Were you guys even dialed into the same show I was on, because I mostly picked on myself? Call me a bitch fine… but a fake? Why I have never faked sarcasm a day in my life! As for picking on NASCAR… I stand corrected because I am indeed in error. Clearly, “Cleveland Dawg” I missed a prime opportunity to pick on your spelling and grammar. Silly me. Okay, I won’t gristle my fellow Ohio compatriots any more with negative jokes of NASCAR or the Cleveland Browns, even though the rest of the country, parts of Canada and lower Mongolia are all in on the joke. Instead, I will play nice and stick to other comedic gold making jokes about rape and abortion, since you gents seem to think those are belly aching fun.
So now for the worst feedback I received, from my most recent ex-beau… he is not a happy camper with me. I know this because he defriended me on Facebook. We all know Facebook defriending is like the modern day version of the Scarlet Letter.
My kitty has been branded unworthy. Not good enough to belly up to the same trough as his other 985 “close friends.”
Anyway, for the past few days he has laid out things I have written that helped to destroy us. Like when he told me I was delusional, I almost fell off my unicorn. But seriously, the thought of knowing my words hurt him in anyway, is really troubling to me because “this blog wasn’t what he signed on for.” The irony in that it was HE started this blog, it was HIS idea. He was excited for me to do it. But truthfully, I don’t think either one of us knew the bizarre direction it would take. I never knew I would have 1,000 views a day and over 600 followers in less than a 3 month time period. I surely didn’t know I would be doing radio gigs and a staged show from it.
Every day readers tuned into see the latest dating car crash. While in a relationship with him, I continued to blog. He wanted me to. He didn’t want me exposing that we were in a relationship because he felt people would lose interest. Much of the allure of this blog is hearing about me rectal riding a cock on my spiral stair case or watching an uploaded video of a date peeing off a bridge. So, I blogged of past dates trying to protect our relationship the best I could. That was a horrible decision. My beau had to read countless accounts of dates I had right before we started dating. Sex I had with other men, while he patiently sat in the wings. Sometimes I would vent in my blog my hurts. Forgetting in the moment that my emotionally vomiting was being read and reblogged by hundreds of people. Video may have killed the radio star but the blog killed my love life.
I see that my former no longer follows my blog. But I don’t need his eyes on this page for me to feel the sting of what I’ve caused. I need hold myself accountable. I have spent all day going over things I could have done differently. I wish I could rewind and make different choices, not so much so that we would be together now, but more to avoid ever hurting him. I regret those knee jerk reactions to pain I had, that exposed our relationships weaknesses and highlighted our personal flaws. I regret if he ever felt chiseled or berated by me. Erase those times he felt like just another audience member. I used this blog, a gift he gave to me in love at times against him. I should have done better. It isn’t always important to have the last word, sometimes a moment calls for a listening heart. I am not liking myself today for making trespasses against him. He was very good to me until he wasn’t. Perhaps I bear more responsibility for that change in his behavior than I had originally thought. We deserved more of a loves chance than this blog allowed.
It has been suggested both in the blog by others and on the radio show that any man who couldn’t handle the fact I blogged about my dating life, really at their core had insecurity in themselves. A real man wouldn’t be bothered to learn that I blog. Really? How many men would hold up inside such a petri dish of dysfunction? Was it a weakness in my former beau to leave this world because he wasn’t “man enough” or was it more that he was adult enough to realize when something wasn’t healthy for a relationship? (By the way, no one answer that if anyone plans on bashing him.)
I don’t think many men could handle being partnered with me over sharing my life or in dealing with the constant barrage of sexual commentary and detailed accounts of sex romps with other men. I absolutely don’t think it is a weakness in any man to not want to be a part of this. More, I think it is a fucked up flaw in me. Since I will going public soon with a stage show, I will be forever connected to this blog. With that decision, I have probably sealed my fate that I will never be in another serious relationship again.
Oh, and there are those gents that say the perfect thing to allow me to believe they would support me no matter what. They proudly boast they could handle walking beside the poster girl of bad dating decisions as she takes to performing this blog theatrically to the masses. I don’t know about that. A gal who posts videos of women fucking egg plants or a blow by blow account of how I suck cock, must really be representing the girl of your dreams. Yeah, it will be interesting and fun… like vaginal thrush. Think about it. What don’t I over share? Next post: Pictures of my aged placenta. And Friday a new instructional how to video on giving a proper hand job as demonstrated on my pup Sid.
Yeah. Who wants to board this crazy train? Come on. I must seriously question the sanity of any man that wants to date me after reading this blog.
It takes two to ruin a relationship, unless you are a blogger. Than it takes a village. I over shared too much. And what my key stroke didn’t destroy, my lacerating tongue more than made up for. I have learned valuable lessons from murdering this past relationship. Like, I won’t hide future relationships away for appearances sake. If I fall in love again, this blog goes from dating / sex blog, to a relationship blog, if it remains a blog at all. I will forever taste my words before I spit type them out about someone I care for.
Aside from my former beau, any of the rest of you gents that have a problem with what I have blogged, I would invite you to call me so we can get together. I would love to share with you a nice hot cup of java and a big hot steaming cup of SHUT THE FUCK UP!
If you were blogged about unfavorably, ask yourself if you deserved it. My heart wasn’t a dumpster. My vagina wasn’t a drawer pull. And my wallet wasn’t your ATM. No one knows who you are when I write about you. I don’t use your name. So unless you are peeing off bridges with your curved penis’s, and grabbing snatches on every date that you are on, no body knows who you are. Most of all, no one really cares. Common sense: so rare I know, it’s like a super power isn’t it? So look, you can stop going on the attack. In order for you to insult me I would have to first value your opinion.
And we are world’s away from that.
i think you are wonderful. you are honest and clever and funny and any man that loses you doesn’t deserve a dick. what you do here is magnificent.
Any man that loses me doesn’t deserve a dick? At that statement we just wiped out most of the tri-state New York area. Next stop…. west Cleveland!
I agree with Kyle. Magnificent. I like the middle finger to the world idea. If they don’t like what you write, they shouldn’t be the ones who gave you a reason to write it in the first place. I, along with many others I’m sure, ADORE your blog. It’s one of my “escapes.” Keep up the awesome work!
Yeah. Kind of like you fondle my trigger than blame my gun. But I actually don’t think either one of us knew any of this was going to happen. I mean I blog from Cleveland for God’s sake. I am not a writer. I give good retort but still hardly reason to think I would generate a following. I don’t blame him at all for wanting out of this blogging world. More upset in the way that he exited. I wish I would have been treated with more respect during our break up. But I suppose he lost respect for me the moment I started blogging.
Hey Lady, listen I was attacked on another platform not so long back for having an opinion. Things got really nasty, and I quickly realised that the people firing insults were exactly the kind of people who wouldn’t have the balls to say it in person. The internet is like a safe solace for cowards, and idiots. I respect what you do, and look at the audience you have. Without an audience of people who do enjoy, you wouldn’t have gained such popularity. These men are likely the type who are very intimidated not just by you, but by their own desires. If I didn’t enjoy your blogs, I wouldn’t read them. Maybe those bitter and miserable creeps are too small minded to allow themselves think something different. Y
You didn’t do anything wrong, and it’s not your fault that some people are just plain old stupid. Mantra for you today; “I am fucking brilliant.”
Thank you for that mantra. I must start applying it ASAP. You are right about the audience factor. I very much appreciate everyone that keeps time with my blog. When I announce I have a date, I have complete strangers carrying if I pay for dinner. I get emails of sympathy for my sexual drought. And I get countless offers to do creative projects and voice over work. That is the upside to the blog. Meeting fellow bloggers like yourself. Sharing our fears…laughing through pain. But the downside is the deliberate cruelty a keystroke can provide in a lost moment of needing an emotional fix. When we over share our pain, we get others to chime in and tell us that we are wonderful, and join a bashfest to ones that hurt us. But objectively speaking, I did cause much of my relationships down fall. I ignored how painful it must have been to read of past sex romps which in many instances were more entertaining than others. That provides a huge thorn of insecurity to anyone no matter what their ego. Where I really failed was not letting him know how cemented I was in being his partner. Had we of had a stronger foundation… comments and blogs of sexual bops wouldn’t have had the impact the ended up having. Lessons learned. Still teaching this old dog new tricks.
Kat, keep on keepin’ on.
Also, kudos to C-Dawg for proving a point about NASCAR simply by writing in and being himself. A smrt feller, ain’t he.
C-Dawg was merely given a nod to Samuel Beckett his writing that.
Sit down, take a deep breath, and then talk with yourself – as if you were trying to comfort and help your best friend through all this. Because you deserve that kind of caring compassion and understanding, just as much as your best friend does.
I am rarely a friend to myself. I am more a fuck buddy as I am consistently fucking myself over.
Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke. I
What you need to tell these men is, ‘If only your dick were as big as your ego….’
Men…they always thinks it’s all about them.
‘If only your dick were as big as your ego….’
I think I have my next blog title. Take credit if I space giving it to you.
I for one am glad you liked my one post. I read some of your blogs and I thought, “wow, am I actually reading what I’m reading? And enjoying it?” Then again, I moved past my religious brainwashing and I read The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It turns out the book is my favorite book, not for the sex, but for the heart of the matter. I read this blog and I see epic honesty that is taboo in our country. So why is it so taboo when everyone has sex? Everyone does it, right? Either in relationships, casual partners or marriage, everyone is having some kind of sexcapade, and I count masturbation with that to. In short, this blog isn’t about sex as I thought and I don’t read it as just a “blog” but I actually pay attention to what you type. Really, people should look past the fact that you’re blogging and start paying attention to what you’re saying. IMHO, what is more badass? Finding someone for just one night, or finding someone for the rest of the life and able to experiment with everything, trying new things, adventure, either sexually or life-adventurously. Well, can’t really try out new things if you can’t trust the person, and that’s what I’m seeing, trust being broken but at the same time a desire for it to be repaired and sought after.
Talk about honesty! That was some pretty raw from the gut commentary. Thank you. I think I am still new and need to find my balance. One thing my ex-beau does that I envy is that his blog totally represents himself. He doesn’t shoot for funny. He doesn’t write for others. He writes for himself. I don’t think I do that yet because I still don’t consider myself a writer. I am learning. The road is long. I will get there. Thank you so much for your words. Very empowering. Thank you for following me. Hugs and Mayhem my friend.
I think anyone who blogs about their life as personally, provocatively and honestly as you do will inevitably get blow back. For the most part, who gives a fuck about those that don’t matter and I sympathize with you in regards to the ones you do.
It’s that horrible balancing act we face with being truthful and being tactful to those we care about. In the end though, being who were are has to win out…how else do we survive?
You can spend your day kicking yourself about what you could have done better but in the end, what will be is what it was going to be inevitably…just maybe a bit faster to the final curtain. I think it does take a certain type of person to fully embrace all the things you have written but it seems to me, that’s the person that deserves to be with you. Corny as it may seem.
Love should be unconditional and borderless but that’s not exactly what it is in real life. While you are understanding your “responsibility” in all of this, I think he should be man enough to take responsibility too. In the end, not only was it his idea to start this, it was also his choice to read or not read it. Maybe it’s impossible to resist the temptation but relationships don’t always end because of one person’s actions. Don’t take on more than you need to.
You’re a good lady with an open mind and heart. Someone will catch that fire and want to hang on to it. Til then…fuck all…you’re fucking awesome.
“Maybe it’s impossible to resist the temptation but relationships don’t always end because of one person’s actions. Don’t take on more than you need to.”
You know now that you mention it, I have yet to hear what he owned in this saga. It does take two to level a relationship doesn’t it?
I thought yesterday of lines from a Madonna/Babyface song of all things….
Make them laugh, it comes so easy
When you get to the part
Where you’re breaking my heart
Hide behind your smile, all the world loves a clown
(Just make ‘em smile the whole world loves a clown)
Wish you well, I cannot stay
You deserve an award for the role that you played
No more masquerade, you’re one lonely star
I thought of it not applied to him but to me. It was one thing to have a blog. Another thing to have this blog become a staged performance. I can’t imagine how strange this must have been for him. No, he didn’t sign on for this when he met me in December.
I got ya.
Your blog might be a part of you but it isn’t all of you. That distinction might be hard to get past…but…perhaps someone else might be able to.
And sigh on “Take a Bow”.
“No, he didn’t sign on for this when he met me in December.”
I’ll just say this. Do we ever know fully what we are taking on when we start something? We have an idea but we go along for the ride. If we can handle the bumps and curves, we hang on tight. If we can’t, we get off. Don’t take all the blame if the man couldn’t handle all the things that you are.
It’s something I have to remind myself all the time. And I’ve been on both sides.
Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke…or the truth.
Well Fuck’ em is absolutely right!
Yeah Fuck em. Fuck who exactly? And do I have his penis pic already?
Serious as a fucking heart attack, your blog is saving my mental health. Please don’t stop writing, you are fucking brilliant.
Hahaha! Oh my. We must get you some better scrips then.
Wow, that must be a fast car. You can tell by all of its speed holes.
Okay Canuck. I gotcha….pretty clever you are.
http://www.myspace.com/video/nick/speed-holes/59946858
As I get older I realize that everyday is an oppurtuity to keep your mouth shut..Try to make it thru one day without saying a word to anyone….It will make you angry…”The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched they must be felt and heard with the heart.” You take my breath away,
everyday, when I read your thoughts..Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know….love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else, even words…
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know….love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else, even words…
Neal… have you ever thought of starting a blog? Have I ever shared with you how rewarding that can be?
Personally, I’ve learned never to share my url with anyone because of shit like this. Two old sex blogs taken down and I finally got the message. Best wishes to you on your path with this. You’ve got some ovaries on ya xx.
There aren’t many dating blogs in Cleveland. Just by me mentioning I write one they find me in Google. The other big dating blog in our area is the Misadventures in Cleveland Dating which is Summer’s blog. Maybe I should just lie to those gents that stumble upon this and deny it is mine. I will claim Summer’s blog as mine and give her this snarky rep. What do you think Summer want to trade blog lives for a day?
Ha! It’s not a bad idea (lying about your authorship, not swapping with Summer haha). Like I said, with two failed sex blogs under my belt because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about them have taught me that anonymity is utterly golden.
But then again, I don’t mention what city I’m in, only allude to a region so your dilemma is different from mine. Shit, it really is a pickle, isn’t it? I mean, what happens if you get serious with a dude??
It’s also – I’ll admit – been a big fucking exercise in keeping my ego in check. I have to get my rocks off from strangers rather than my lovers and friends.
What goes around comes around. If they weren’t behaving like complete jerks, it wouldn’t have been chronicled here for all to read in the first place.
She does make a good point now doesn’t she?
Snarks .. be true to yourself and the rest will follow. Owning your own mess is important. He is responsible for owning his. That’s it. Simple … not easy … simple.
Much love .. I’ll read you even if you become saccharin sweet tomorrow … GC
Hugs Gillian. Thank you for continuing to support me luv. When I start posting pics of things I labeled with a label maker and food cut into the shapes of Disney characters… someone have an intervention.
LOL … okay … I’ll keep that in mind
You’re too hard on yourself, Kat. I think it takes two to ruin a relationship, even when you are a blogger. I’m with Gillian here and I’ll be happy to read your blog even when it turns sweet, as long as it’s as honest and open as it is now.
I’m looking forward to listening to your show. xoxo
Wouldn’t it be great if this blog and my snatch became sweet? It would mean I had fallen in love. Mean while on planet earth where my email box just got… “Want to suck this? Let me see yours.” Yeah. Don’t expect Sugar Snatch anytime soon.
LOVE the honesty!
Reblogged this on Ramblings of Everything.
Thank you for the reblog.
No simple answer for this one.
Well look here… I was about to send out some carrier pigeons into that last vagina you fell into. Thank you honey. Brunch and bitch on Sunday?
I like your attitude.
I, personally, will be flattered when you blog about me too. (if that happens)
I don’t know about other persons, but if I have a chance, I’ll invite you to a date! (your blog doesn’t bother me at all, on contrary – it makes me want to know your personality better)
Really? Careful what you wish for luv. But you do have my attention…. can you make waffles?
Of course I can (I like them a lot). I can make great basic waffle and this summer I plan on experimenting a lot of waffle recipes and, maybe (why not?), invent my own waffle.
By the way, you better know that, if I wish for something, I will make great things to accomplish that…
You have one of the best blogs EVER.
I don’t think many men could stand to date you the way you reveal all but hey, you can do this for awhile, then retire.
Thank you for that. I am not sure how my blog ranks to others because there are so many real talented writers in the blogsphere. You are also one. Thank you again for your support.
I am going to say it again. You should and could be getting paid for this. Your voice and perspective is strong, modern and very much in the trend. You need an agent.
Seriously, I am not just blowing smoke up your twat.
although that could be arranged.
Bryan
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