I love to tweet. Since I don’t have an office full of people to take my mind off things for a bit, I use twitter as sort of my watercooler conversation. I have many people I’ve met in real life after tweeting to them for a while. Some have even become very good friends.
When I first started tweeting, I followed some people, and some people started following me back. At first, I’d tweet about what I was doing, and I’d ask people questions about what they were. It wasn’t my intention to start a kinky tweet stream, and I don’t choose who to follow solely because they’re kinky.
The people I tweet with are interesting. We talk about a lot of things: family, current events, entertainment, sex and sexuality, children, spouses, ex-spouses, and technology. Our tweets range from mundane to downright dirty. I’m proud that I’ve honed my tweet skills enough that I can put out a clear, concise, and relevant thought in less than 140 characters.
The people I tweet with, I consider friends. Although I haven’t met all of them in real life, I have met enough to know that I consider Twitter a bridge. It’s a way for me to learn about people, and it’s a way for them to learn about me. I’m pretty sure that if I tweeted solely about kink, that most of my friends would find it pretty boring after a while. One dimensional relationships of any kind tend to be like that. I entertain, and I like to be entertained.
Daddy and I have a way of tweeting that people find funny. We’ve been called the George and Gracie of our twitterfriends on more than one occasion. I love to laugh and quite often when reading my friends’ tweets, I need to make sure that I’m not drinking anything. My computer monitor gets covered with soda and it’s not pretty.
I use twitter to flirt with Daddy. Things I say to him, although seen by my friends, are often private jokes that have more than one meaning. I’m sure that my friends get some of the jokes, but the nature of 140 characters is that they’re never going to get all of it.
And I use twitter to talk about the things that I like. What I find important. Hobbies....if you will. A lot of my tweets concern topics related to kink, and I often tweet perverted things to see if one of my friends will pick up the topic and run with it. Some of our conversations have lasted hours and have provided me with blog fodder dozens of times.
Lately though, I’ve noticed a trend on my tweetstream that has pissed me off. People whom I don’t know have started tweeting to me in a way that can best be described as non-consensual. I’ve had DM’s sent to me calling me a little slut, I’ve had people breaking into conversations and asking me if I would like to suck THEIR cock. I’ve had insults thrown at me, and I’ve had one really idiotic guy tweet about what he’d like to do to me should I ever become “his”. I’m not talking about the guys like @saynine or @butchtastickyle. These guys get it. They know that I’m being deliberately risque in order to have fun. They’re giving it right back to me in spades. But we didn’t START with that kind of conversation. We started as normal people do. Talking about other things. We had to build upon a relationship we’d already had on twitter. On Twitter, the unwritten rule is to be a human being.
If you’re going to tweet to kinky girls (or to any girl for that matter), there’s some basics that you should know.
1. There are people on twitter who can talk about my cunt. If you are not absolutely sure that you’re one of them, you’re not one of them.
2. Don’t believe that just because I appear to be saying one thing, that I’m really talking about that. Sometimes I really am talking about my cat. If you start tweeting to me about what you'd like to do with my pussy...sometimes I'm liable to sic the SPCA on you.
3. If you think that you’re a suave, lady-killer, dominant-type and that all the little shy submissives are just dying to bow down and suck your cock (or the twitter equivalent), think again. I belong to @Septimus1812. Respect that relationship, and you'll have a better chance of being able to stick around on my tweetstream long enough to realize that he's all I want, need, and desire.
4. The easiest way to get me to block you is to be rude or crude. I don’t know you. And I find it offensive that you believe you know me from my tweets. Once you get to know me, I might consider talking about cock with you, but don’t start talking about my pussy unless you’re invited to do so.
5. Consider twitter as a conversation between people on a bus. I may be talking to @SubWonder about cocksucking, but that doesn’t give you the right to intrude on the conversation by saying that you’d like us to suck your cock. If you did this to me on that bus, my heels would put your balls so far up into your ears that you'd consider hearing aids.
6. Finally, treat tweeps as you would treat someone you’re meeting for the first time in at your mother’s birthday party. Telling me how great you are in bed, informing me that I will be “your slut”, or implying that you’re entitled to share in my conversation by virtue of having a twitter account won’t earn you any points.
7. And in fact, may actually earn you being blocked by some of the most wonderful kinky people on twitter. That, and being called a douchenozzle and talked about in a most unflattering way by nearly everyone else who has suffered the same.