Prepare for change

Having reached 159 posts, slightly under the now (R)chived (182 posts) and Muffbox (168 posts), the time has come under the current Blogger climate to change direction somewhat. I came to this conclusion not directly because a few favorable Bloggers have stepped into other skins or shifted alignment, not directly because months and months ago I thought to tone down my excessive dependency on committing myself to Blogging and virtually nothing else creative, not because of any of these things directly. The main reason, is that my Blogging is quite like a rough map of my ideas in some form and an outlet for writing about the things that fail to speak to the communities around me in real life.

On my Blog I can rabbit on about books that I enjoy or things that entertain my thoughts, but I realise also that I began Fuckeries as a departure from my other Blogs which all served a particular purpose in expressing some of the fundamental principles I tend to toy with in my world in the wider world that surrounds me.

For instance, the first Blog was about relationships and sexuality, primarily. Its purpose was to create a lifestyle that could be viewed as any number of role models for the outside community and perhaps begin to shift some of the narrower ways of thinking. I feel I have achieved what I set out to do, the world is indeed a much more tolerant, liberal, and broad minded place since I started Blogging. Well done me.

My second Blog of this nature was all about me realising that and capitalising on my new found megalomania. It was there I set out to become what I preached, to reap the rewards of my hard come by social change. To indeed inscribe my name heavily on my throne and occasionally give the world a bone or two, in photos or print, just to show I cared.

Then that went all screwy and I was dethroned, chucked back into the mess of a world that whilst I was whistling away in my kingdom of infinite self-appraise turned to muck and cheapness before my very eyes. I tried one last attempt to twist the dagger of lascivious hope into the rectum of humankind with a sort of Richard the Third plunge into absurdity, delving into a mad realm of crazed sexologist epode, in vain to shift my own kingdom up that mighty forest of fuckery like a less blond Fitzcarraldo. In vain I sought to build an opera of smut that would break the sensibility of the clerics of sexuality on my own side and disturb the mediocre slums of conservatism on the other side.

So I founded The Fuckery, this fancy of fuckery. Remnants from an orgiastic monarchism, a shanty town of shadows and debts in failed logic. Indeed, it helped me to potter away, cloaked and disguised, in whispers of thoughts and ideas that would never betray my former glory.

Now, I have decided to open up my Cheese Shop, My Ale House, my Radish Garden, or what have you, and all these years of Blogging will have the spirits of communication say "Is that so and so? No, couldn't be". I will sell my Cheeses, my Ales, my Radishes and what have you with all the hearsay of heresy clucking about my dressing gown patches.

The new Blog will be up soon, as soon as I can think of a good name for it. The theme will be directed towards certain interests I have in connection with other certain interests but like I said, it will be me putting out warm milk for pussy, not caterwauling with eyes as big as saucers, or howling when I moon.

The great cross-over needs to happen, some corners need to be tucked, some finery's draped, some umbrellas shaken, and this is because of everything I have just mentioned above.

To summarise, there needs to be the ripening of certain cultural nuances that add flavor to humanity in small doses. I know it all sound a bit ambiguous, but it is the only way to explain what is in my head in regards to this transition. I'm not going to just vanish from the Blogsphere, there is much packing to do, the curtains must be dusted, the chairs polished, the windows licked and so on and so on.