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So, everyone's posting about the latest ElJayFailio of DOOOOOOOM.

Never one to ignore a bandwagon I leap aboard, arrrhaarrrrr, with my cutlass between my teeth. Well, mixing metaphors. Or something, but anyhoo, here I am, there you are, where's Twitter and FB? Hmmmm? Close by, watching...no doubt.

I promise I won't EVER post any of you to anywhere. Ever. I will come to ElJay/DW/w'ever and read and maybe comment, but never cross-contaminate. Oh no. Safe sex is practised here. And monogamy. No orgies of posting stuff to many platforms. It's icky.

I'm not going to start with the codes (I've seen two already - two totally different ones! How can THAT work??) because I'm going to...deep breath... TRUST YOU ALL not to put your stickyticky in that there box. Just say NO.

But for me, it's easy. I'm a freakin' WELDER. Who cares if I write hot gay manporn? Who cares WHAT I do? Anything super-important-if-you-read-this-you-will-self-destruct-in-five-seconds is already flocked. F'locked, even. (Flocking is where you use electric charge to make things furry, y'know. I do it sometimes. I won't be making my journal furry, though.) So yeah, my journal will be here, all wanton and slutty and available. But reach deep inside yourself. Do you WANT to take advantage of its innocence? No. You don't. Probably. Anyway, my name, being my name and all, is the same everywhere, so anyone with an iota of GoogleFu can already find me. And have their wicked way.

I entirely understand those of you with more important responsible jobs view this differently.

Love y'all! But remember, be good, and if you can't be good, be safe. (If you can't be safe, there's no hope for you.)