I don’t treat my words like they are my children. Hell – I’ve whored out my prose for all kinds of reasons (most of them quite base; I’m a sinner. Lord, am I a sinner!).
So when I say I’m fascinatingly disturbed by some of the places my writing turns up, understand it’s not because I’m possessive of my writing.
I’m simply morbidly amused.
For example, let’s take the following search string that popped up in my WordPress statistics: “Too far, too little, too much too fast to realign when the signs all say go.”
Put that into Google and the first entry is for a Craigslist ad in Tampa titled “Goddess for Slave”.
I’m actually quite pleased by this one. It’s not the first time I’ve seen my writing show up in a Craigslist ad, and really, I’ve got no objection to people using my writing to find someone with unique tastes.
The next two entries are actually links back to my site and the original post I wrote back in 2005, Crimson Silk.
Then there are a number of links to a CollarMe profile for a female dominant in Florida named Deplore. My guess would be this is the same person who wrote the Craigslist ad. No problem. If she likes the writing enough to feel it can speak for her, I’m tickled pink. Well, perhaps not pink. Tickled crimson, maybe.
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And then there is this.
Al…right. I mean, he changed the title to ‘Power’ (a rather bland name – I think I may be slightly insulted on behalf of my writing) but the words are generally the same.
And he posted this back in 2007. They must have found it inspiring enough to keep around.
Cool.
But, errr, what’s this?
Isn’t that…? No…it couldn’t be. Did he really…dear god. The horror! To take this post and…and…
It’s like a bad Star Trek episode, where my blog has an evil twin.
Reading through the site is eerie; it’s as if all of my writing has been filtered through the mind of an adolescent goth boy who has taken all of my writing and regurgitated it, turning writing like this into this.
I don’t have a problem with someone stealing my writing. But that just offends my literary sensibilities.
That’s it.
I’m going back to the beach.
Gotta love that “Would you sleep with me?” poll. Thanks for making me giggle and get nauseous at the same time.
What a disgusting parasite.
So true! Landed on your page by googling “I want to be your fondest regret” haha. And reading your above post makes me wonder what you will think of the hp that made me land on your blog.
Like your writings very much and especially your description of D’jaeve, though I call it differently. First time I heard it described so clear.
*applauds you*
Z.
Imitation is not always the sincerest form of flattery.
Instead of trying to use your words, he would be a lot better to try and find his own. He may pretend but in person, he cannot take the intensity off the page and bring it to life. Much to the dismay of the woman who thought he could.
Pitiful.
but your thief IS the Alpha AND the Omega!! and he spells “prism” in a cool, goth way – whats NOT to love?? grins.
wow…just wow. He sorta creeps me out.