Super-Trafalgar’s demise
I, the person formerly known as Super-Trafalgar, just had my account deleted. It was due to hate speech, apparently, according to Tumblr. They have a point: my last mail about May, Corbyn, Farage and Widdecombe was pretty scathing. And, it’s also true that I suggested,in somewhat coded form, that Trump should have been offed the day after the election results came through. (I also suggested he was an abusive dick, through the medium of non-consensual BDSM, but I don’t think their bot would have picked up on that. It was quite well disguised satire.)
Anyway ... I’m not going to come back, but I just wanted to say thank you to everyone I interacted with on here, either via anons or private messages. Thank you all for sharing private, intimate things with me. Thanks for trusting me. Thanks for being vulnerable for me. I hope that, in return, I was able to give you something that you craved.
I also want to apologise profusely to all those who I didn’t have enough time or energy to give more; to all those I started conversations with, then disappeared. I hope I didn’t give you the impression it was you that I found lacking; it wasn’t: it was always me.
I guess any of my posts that were re-blogged by others still live on, so I hope you still occasionally run across them and feel the urgent need to touch yourself.
Finally, in parting, I wish all you subs, all you girls, you ladies, you lezzies, you straights and gays, you sissies and queers, you transfolk and gender-fluids, (and yes, even you straight Doms, most of whom seem unable who cannot spell to save your lives), I wish you all the best for the future.
Farewell,
Super-Trafalgar.
PS: Can someone please re-blog this, so this message gets read? I’d fucking hate to know that I’ve just poured out the contents of my heart to the empty screaming void. Thanks.