I have been writing posts like these for over two decades. You would think I’d have a larger following, or that I would be shutting up.

In some sense, I did shut up.

I got “professional.” That is to say, I got very worried about what my words were going to do to my professional life. That is a problem for someone like me, because I really like writing these pieces as a part of myself. I don’t want to censor my voice.

So my work gets that professional sheen. The words are all crisp and neat, and the posts dry up. I get bored, or I get annoyed with the amount of self-editing I’m doing. Who wants to write that shit? A long time ago, I was paid to write copy for a tech blog on SharePoint documentation practices (I was out of work - it paid poorly, but it paid). I think I started to get hopeless when I realized just how much of my personal content was starting to sound like that article.

Of course, I still have that life. I still have that blog. It is quiet now, but I still post from time-to-time.

I have three different online identities that I keep semi-separate. The first two are fairly linked, and this one is more distant. I am loath to call this anonymity. Doxxing me would be child’s play. It is painfully easy to find out who I am. I pay for this domain and to host this site. Patreon knows my name. I am only a stranger to those who find piercing that veil tiresome or creepy (which it is, don’t do it!).

Supposedly, having different identities is great for content. I can focus each one on a subset of my interests. That means my audience doesn’t get whiplash when I talk about network issues in the Linux kernel one day and then post a fantasy about tying up a partner and fucking them silly the next¹. Of course, that assumes that I can compartmentalize my interests enough to make that work, and that I have enough time to write for three separate identities.

Reader, I do not!

But I do have a conflict. Consider the villanelle. I shared it on sites that this account frequents. Not surprisingly, no one cared about the villanelle. I get it. Most people are there for sex. They want the sexy stuff. Who cares about some literary masturbation²? I should have posted that to my other account, but I really didn’t want to. I want to feel comfortable on this account. Pretending that my only interest is writing and listening to dirty stories is boring. I want to post other things. I will post other things.

Broadly, I see Stranger Luck as a more genuine expression of my interests. Because my name is more difficult to find, I am more comfortable talking. It is also very clear that I am not talking for or as anyone else. I miss blogging, but I really miss just talking on sites like this. I don’t even have analytics turned on³. If you want to contact me, hit me up on KinkyCats or Bluesky. That is the only way I will know you were here. This is just me writing. It will be rough, but that is the point. Maybe it will become something. Maybe it will crash and burn. In either case, at least it is doing something and that feels better than doing nothing.