We all know these people.
For some, it seems like this is a hobby. Hopping from one dramatic train wreck to another, always looking for advice on how to fix something that they were advised not even a week ago not to do by everyone and their dogs to avoid like the bubonic plague.
Hell, my ex-husband used to accuse me of doing the opposite of what he said all the time.
In my view, that’s because he often gave bad advice, backed up with crappy logic. Once I realized that, I respected him less for it, and it was the beginning of the end.
But, to be fair, I also stopped asking.
I had a woman approach me privately from Whips Chains & Duct Tape, asking after information about whips and whip play.
I don’t know much about whips. I’ve never taken time to learn about them or to understand the skill, and they hold little appeal for me, so I put her in contact with a friend on the other side of the slash who enjoys them and knows quite a few people REALLY FUCKING skilled in using them.
She also asked me about this new relationship with the potential whip top that had so many red flags, that a green lawn covered in them would look like the flag of mother Russia.
And I said so.
She thanked me profusely, and said she’d reach out to my friend.