Ain't too proud to blog: and it's all your fault I screen my phone calls

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Oh...don't mind me...I'm just here to twist words around since I apparently don't read things...

Next I'm going to go leave anonymous comments in my blog.

Because I want to be like Lisa. She's my idol. I want to be POPULAR. JUST like her.

Maybe if I try REALLY, REALLY hard, she'll introduce me to her friend Chris...

Maybe I could register a blog called purple.titas.com. Ya think? I wanna be her. {sigh}

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Have a great time Robyn you so deserve it right now...

You did a good thing by making it known and now many others have done the same...He can't hide anymore..

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Have a faboo time, Robyn! :)

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She makes me want to use my Hebrew name instead of "Lisa". :p

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Er, who is Chris?

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I was delighted to find out I was a crack whore this morning. That pathetic whiny little so and so isn't getting any more of my attention.

She seems to be enjoying defencing a pedophile and calling a bunch of my friends names. I'm bored with her now. I'm off to do something else.

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ya'll i was a good mother, bush voting, non blowjob givin, non crack usin, non whipped cream boobie licker before i met you. you have corrupted me!!!!!! now look at me, you have turned me into a *TRAILOR TRASH NOSE PICKING SNOT SLINGING ASS WIPING BACK STABBING BLOW JOBBING SONS OF BITCHES*

i'm so glad i found you guys!!!!!!!!!!!! i couldn't be prouder of what i've become thanks to your evil influences...

have fun rob... you deserve it!

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well i don't know this chris person at all. never experienced him (thank god). i try to stay objective.

however, 1) if a person is making another person uncomfortable by emails, IM, or stares is wrong. 2) if an adult is engaging in any sexual behavior--online or in person, it is not only wrong but illegal.

i could care less if people swing, get wild, etc. everyone at robyn's was an adult and everything was consentual. no kids were involved.

from what i read on that person's blog, it doesn't show anything about a person who is respectful, non judgemental or educated.

so i have little opinion about what they had to say about the robyn party.

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oops i mean sexual behavior with those under 18. sorry

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Bless you for the yummy pictures of Carmen Electra, for some reason I�m hungry now� Maybe if I try really hard I can be just like this Chris guy?

[Mister Mittens � One hungry pussy]

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dasheekee -- I know you probably know, but for those who have just happened by and don't -- I wanted to point out that at our parties, despite our playing for the camera, there was no "swinging" or actual sexual acts going on -- consentual or otherwise (although all amoung adults). Where people choose to take their minds after looking at the photos and cams is to their own interpretation. However, Todd and I are VERY, 100% monogamous and are both strictly heterosexual.

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Rob, you know I'm a regular reader and I love you and Mr. Vernon as some of my first and favorite couch occupants...I guess my question is, me with my collegiate apathy (and a latecomer to the drama, thanks to a weekend roadtrip), why all the fuss? If somebody's full of shit and takes herself too seriously, who cares? Keep enjoying yourself, but I hope next time a naysayer arrives, you won't sacrifice so much of your blog, your talent and your time to acknowledge what ought to be ignored!

¤ ¤ credit: The Avocado Couch | 12.08.02 at 09:13 PM | link-

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She found herself at the end of a long shitlist that I've taken during and since the boobie-thon. Lucky her, I guess. But you try being trashed for over a month across the 'net and being called every derogatory female name in the book...and then come back and ask me the same questions, ok? Everyone has their breaking/boiling point. Even those prone to quick tantrum outbursts rather than slow volcanic explosions. It's my journal, I can cry if I want to. Cry if I want to. Cry if I want to. You would cry too if it happened to you...

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And Emily, I adore you -- but the more I sit here thinking about it, the more upset I get by your comment. This is my journal. My space. You have the key to the lock because I've allowed everyone here to have a copy of it by not being private/passworded, but the words and thoughts that go "inside" are mine and mine alone. I'm not group-blogging here.

I don't need to be questioned about what I choose to write about and what I choose to spend my time discussing. You may not care. But maybe for a split-second of my life, I do.

Maybe I'm human. Maybe being called a whore for the umpteenth time in a matter of weeks finally starts to sting just a little bit after repeated-blows, no matter how thick my skin is. And maybe sometimes I'd rather take a deep breath and laugh instead cry -- and not laugh alone in the process. And maybe on MY site I'm entitled to do just that, without someone else -- who again, I respect -- basically judging me by calling it "fuss" if I choose to make it.

If I wanted to talk about Miss Thang every single day for the rest of my blogging-go, that's my choice. That's my right. It's also your choice and your right not to read me if that occurred. But it's not your choice to second-guess the content I decide to include -- or exclude -- here. I write for me. Me. And the day I stop doing that, is the day I fold.

I personally don't think I've "sacrificed" anything, if standing up and defending myself -- while also having a chuckle at my own expense -- when under attack is part of my character and being. And dare I say, a part of my soul. I think it makes me human. And I'd hope you'd ignore ME if I ever failed to come across as one here...

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I don't think any of those things about you, and I don't want you to be upset. I love your writing, that's all, and I feel like people like Miss Purple Stars detract from your work. When she says those horrible things about you and your friends, she is attempting to tear down the great things you've built here. And while I know she'll never succeed, I guess I just find it sad that her attempts are even noted, because none of us like the negativity she's generating towards or at your blog.

That's the only reason I said that, not because I think you are sacrificing yourself, but because I think that such inappropriate behavior on behalf of Ms. Carmen Electra-image-monger demands such time and energy to reflect. I was merely acknowledging how disappointing it was that people can't respect the nature of your personal forum.

I'll keep reading and keep commenting, but I honestly didn't intend to upset you. I hope you will understand where I am coming from. I don't have nearly the readership you do or the involvement with the blogging community as a whole (as it's part of your career as well as your personal passion), I guess I just don't take too kindly to people knocking my favorite bloggers or taking up their time. I feel like all this time Miss Purple Stars was ripping you down and you were having to defend yourself, we could have had a great conversation, or enjoyed some of your new pictures or graphics, or your occasional news coverage, or your editorial writing--I only wrote because I feel that nobody should have to give their time and energy to acknowledge actions so obnoxious and negative and hurtful (hers, of course).

I'm not trying to dictate what you should do in your own space. I love that you are so open and willing to speak up for yourself, that's a very good thing. I just hate it when things like this happen. It's frustrating, but I do care and I do want you to be able to express your thoughts as freely as you can.

I guess I was just initially upset by what she had said (yes, I went belatedly to her page to read what had provoked such an outcry in this community) and I hated that you even had to be drug down into it with her. And that's what I meant by "sacrifice". Maybe it was the wrong choice of words, but I was angry that somebody with so little respect for others and their families (and the English language! if I see one more "u r" so help me...!) managed to pull you into her cesspit.

I hope you will understand. I only wrote because I was upset. On your behalf. I'm sorry and I will try to articulate myself better next time. Obviously I misdirected my point, and I honestly didn't mean to.

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I understand exactly where you are coming from Emily. Believe me, I do. You just happened to post that at a time I was actually crying in real life. Yep folks, I do have feelings. And sometimes they do get hurt. It's been a long, mentally and physically exhausting weekend. One I never wanted. One I certainly never asked for. And the only thing that hurts me more than to read the things that were said about me, is to see those things written about my friends.

Do I regret posting what I did Friday night? For my own sake, yes. I finally got my blog back to what I felt was "my" blog from Tues - Fri (afternoon). It wasn't being taken over by donations, or parties, or houseguests. It was back to me as usual. And then Friday night, once again the fit hit the shan, or so to speak.

Do I regret posting what I did Friday night? For everyone else's sake, no. I never dreamed just how many women were effected by this. Much less children.

I've never bought into popularity or hit counters or all that other stuff that seems to go along with someone who's been blogging as long as I have. I just don't. People that truly know me know that. But I do know that I have enough people that read here, that if they spread the word...and they spread the word...well eventually word will get out. And look what -- it did.

Yes, there was an ENORMOUS amount of negativity here at the end. Basically from one voice and one voice only. And by the nature of their personal attacks, I ended up giving them an even larger voice than at times the rest of the Trackback pings combined. But I really hope in all that people won't lose sight of what was actually accomplished. Blogging is a communmity. And this weekend it came together in an attempt to right a wrong. Something good did come out of this. You know how you always hear, "But if I can just save one person..." Well this weekend, several women (and a few men) banded together and did that with a fourteen year old girl. That should not be overlooked.

For those who think I was out on a witch hunt, please take a step back. Look how I originally handled the situation in May. I didn't discuss it beyond two lyrics of a song. Didn't have comments open. I posted. Boop. Done.

I only came back to it when I realized others were being hurt as well. And even then I didn't name names. I didn't set out to publicly destroy this individual. I didn't send others out on my behalf to do so. How was I to know almost a dozen women and two young girls would speak up when I posted that originally? If you think I'm psychic, you're mistaken. I am distraught at what I've learned. I have cried. I have had trouble sleeping. This is taking its toll far beyond what I could have ever imagined from four original paragraphs. But sometimes in life, that just happens.

And you know what? I'm female. When I see other women hurt, I hurt. And when others then try to turn their anger at a situation on me personally -- and make it into a personal vendetta -- I hurt even more. Well at that point, if I stooped to a certain level I'm sorry. Sometimes you need to fall off that pedestal others might have placed you on (with or without your consent), so they see that you cry, bleed, and have faults just like they do. I don't mean that to be snotty. I mean that to say no matter what your hit counter might say -- there is always a real person behind that keyboard. And I hope I never lose her. She's what got me here.

Thank you for understanding that Emily.

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And as long as you are helping us sisters to speak up, then you haven't failed or screwed up in any way.

We thank you.

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oh no no. Sorry if you took it as I assumed YOU guys swung. (I should type things when the cat is NOT on my lap dying for attention).

What I meant was that this Carmen Electra wanna be was chastising you guys for giving off the illusion of swinging and bla bla bla.

However, it is a known and admitted fact that this Chris and his wife swings. And she's fine with it.

My question to "Carmen" is:

what the hell is the difference? How can you chastise one and not the other? Her arguments made NO sense.

My view on things is everyone is an adult. As long as it's consentual (and legal...which in Chris' cyber case, it isn't) who gives a crap? Let everyone do what they want.

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