I have been an inactive poster here for months now. Present in spirit, watching the house filling up as more H2O refugees like me trample the border. Reading your great posts, laughing and crying with both anger and mirth, getting off on all the sex-talk. But not once did I post up.
Sitting at the back now, I symbolize my fallen status from the regular poster that I once was. Too <sob> too shamed I have felt, even to supplicate the Jedis for their warm oily hands to soothe that … part of me which cries out for expression.
But I have been changed of late. My partner has left me to live in the mid-west with her folks.
"I need space", she pleaded, "and space needs me. Where else can I hope to be abducted by the Borg for a third time?" And so she flew.
The electricity was cut off through my negligence, and at exactly this time I lost my black cat Thomas. A near fatal bout of acute hypochondria promised to give me the romantic death I longed for, and then reneged on its demonic contract. And through all this, my dog E'hud has made it clear to me that he despises my intelligence.
And so here I am - what you see. Begging for undeserved attention and enough space to park one bony spiritual buttock on the bench of life. Though I am not worthy of being a full-time poster anymore, please make me one of your hired hands.