I’ve always wondered if I made a mistake
Turns out my feelings have always been fake
I thought you represented a wealth of pleasure
Skilled and experienced beyond any measure
I was open to discovery or so I thought
Intrigued by techniques you might’ve taught
But I was scared and concerned, too timid to try
For years I obsessed about the reasons why
There was always a conflict between lust and fear
I’m convinced neither of us were completely sincere
As I look back and scrutinize the things you said
You never really wanted me in your bed
Our first talk was brief, my timing was bad
You ignored me too long and I got really mad
You were busy at work that very first day
I was dying to know if you wanted to play
Once we resumed, my anger subsided
And in a fateful moment, I quickly decided
To ask you a question that was on my mind
How often do you feel the need to grind?
Your shocking answer changed our conversation
And so began my doomed “infatuation”
Learning all I could was all that mattered
You liked younger men and I was endlessly flattered
You were forty-eight and I was just thirty
I didn’t care about you, I just wanted to talk dirty
You didn’t care about me, you humoured my advances
This wasn’t the sweetest of online “romances”
Caught up in the excitement of your insatiable drive
I felt this desire to take a deeper dive
But once we concluded what became Chapter One
I was jolted back to reality, this anxiety wasn’t fun
You weren’t really single, you were never alone
All you had to do was pick up the phone
A suitor would arrive, God knows there were plenty
From one-night stands to a man you knew for twenty
You had floated the idea of us writhing in your car
Your son still lived with you so we would have to go far
A great distance away from his overprotective eyes
He wasn’t the only one of your many spies
That night, I went back and forth wondering what to do
While you had many options, I only had you
Recognizing how uncomfortable I was feeling in my skin
There was only one solution: disappear into the din
In the months that followed, the second-guessing began
It was agonizing to debate whether I should’ve ran
The lust soon returned growing ever more intense
I was deluding myself, how could I be so dense?
Chapter Two started with a message in the day
I was undercover and gave nothing away
Many hours would pass before a response was received
You were quite liquored up, so easy to be deceived
It didn’t take long before the talk turned to sex
How disappointing you kept on badmouthing your ex
You got your cam back and I could see how you look
You turned it on and things started to cook
I mentioned how a woman’s voice can be exciting
Your offer of your number was extremely inviting
I dialed with trepidation and we continued our chat
My bottoms were off in seconds flat
I spoke too softly as my tongue went dry
Aroused and shaky as I stroked on the fly
You groaned rather oddly but I didn’t hesitate
It was over too quickly and getting very late
The ending was abrupt, you clearly weren’t pleased
I wasn’t the only one who didn’t like being teased
The emptiness returned, I didn’t get my fill
I didn’t see you naked and I never will
You felt my boldness was something to applaud
You were completely unaware you were talking to a fraud
I threw out your number and I chose again to flee
But a few weeks later, we continued with Chapter Three
Tantalizing details I still wanted to know
So early in the morning, I was hoping you would show
But you were so suspicious I could no longer pretend
Little did I know this was the beginning of the end
Once you lowered your guard the tension would heighten
Yet you still had an unmatched ability to frighten
I challenged you to drop everyone else but me
You seemed willing to try but it was a phony plea
You were sad and indecisive, exhausted with your history
What you really wanted was a complete mystery
You broached the possibility of another chat on cam
But when you didn’t show up, I stopped giving a damn
I was feeling unwell and completely stressed
Yet I still wanted to see you completely undressed
But all the saucy details you had been providing
Couldn’t stop reality and fantasy from colliding
So I bolted once more and never went back
The obsession returned but my mood turned black
Thinking about you now brings on a fast depression
You wasted my time giving me a false impression
My epiphany is belated but nonetheless true
You weren’t meant for me, I wasn’t right for you
We had zero in common, there was no real connection
The virus has worn off and I’m healed from the infection
I once wanted to make you groan, scream and shout
But I no longer think I’ve been missing out
A face-to-face meeting would’ve been a bust
Without full honesty, there can be no trust
It’s been more than a decade since last we spoke
I remember you once said you occasionally liked to toke
Yet another reminder that I made the right call
Letting you go has been the hardest thing of all
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Monday, November 26, 2018
11:57 p.m.
Twitter Froze My Account For Tweeting & Retweeting Too Much About The 2018 Midterm Elections
Last night, I was tweeting and retweeting about the Midterm Elections in the United States. Apparently, I was tweeting and retweeting too much for Twitter’s liking. How do I know this? They’ve locked me out of my account.
A warning popped up that suggested I wasn’t human but rather an “overly aggressive” bot, an automated replicant of some kind that couldn’t possibly be that interested in the American political scene, at least not from an independent, leftist perspective. Oh no, in the eyes of Twitter, I must be some kind of “suspicious” artificial intelligence for constantly tweeting and retweeting election updates to my near 800 followers (something I’ve done through numerous elections for half a decade) while also offering quick personal commentary regarding the horror of Ted Cruz being re-elected and goofing on Wolf Blitzer’s metaphorical election boner. (The CNN anchor always seem overly excited when anticipating and delivering results live on the air which sometimes leads to verbal blunders and the unnecessary interruption of colleagues.)
According to Twitter, doing all of this while also tweeting about unrelated political articles, is not acceptable. White supremacists who threaten fellow users? Perfectly ok. Huffington Post Contributors reporting and tweeting about the election? Freeze that bastard’s account.
Twitter does this annoying thing where they give you a chance to prove you are flesh and blood and then after you prove it they still won’t let you access your account. It’s a program called reCAPTCHA. It works like this. First, they ask you, “Are you a robot?” Seriously. If you’re not, and last time I checked I still bleed like every other living thing on this goddamn planet, they ask you to click the box next to, wait for it, “I’m not a robot.” In other words, if you are a robot, you have to lie in order to proceed.
After you click that, a picture puzzle pops up. It’s either one shot cut up into nine squares or nine individual ones that collectively make up nine squares. You’re asked to click specifically requested objects within these frames a varying number of times. Sometimes you have to find a bus or a car. Sometimes, it’s traffic lights or crosswalks or fire hydrants. After you get through this bullshit, you should see a green checkmark declaring yes, you rascal, you’re a human after all. Our bad.
And then, nothing. Instead of moving on to the next step to Twitter freedom, whatever the fuck that is, after an eternity of no progress, a message pops up saying your path to verification has “expired”. Oh, and “Check the checkbox again”. Maybe next time, impatient one, we’ll let you through. I must’ve repeated this process dozens of times to no avail.
Now, that’s on a fast library computer. Using my own slow-ass PC is even more frustrating. I frequently receive the dreaded “Cannot contact reCAPTCHA. Check your connection and try again” message. So I try again. And again. And again. Same deal, although one time clicking the “I’m not a robot” checkbox results in that blue snakey circle endlessly rotating.
Once in a while, I get “lucky”, the puzzle pops up and if I get all the way through, here comes the checkmark followed by the “Verification expired” nonsense. But usually the “Check your connection” error message returns well before that happens and I’m back to square one again.
As you can imagine, I’m not terribly happy about being unable to communicate on a medium I’ve been using regularly for almost six years. (I’ve tweeted well over 70000 times.) Perhaps, I should’ve seen this coming. Not that long ago, I called Hulk Hogan a “racist” and got an automated warning saying my use of Twitter would be “limited” for 12 hours. It was weird because 1. Hulk Hogan is a racist and 2. I was able to carry on using my account without any apparent restrictions.
But once they freeze your account, you’re fucked. Unless you can somehow get past the reCAPTCHA gatekeeper, you’re powerless to do anything except appeal to Twitter directly. So I tried that and got an automated email in return. The instructions are useless. When I go to my account, I’m stuck at the “Are you a robot?” screen so no, I can’t “select” my “country/region” from the nowhere-to-be-seen “drop down menu”, and then enter” my “phone number”, which means I won’t be getting a code sent to my nonexistent cell phone. So it’s impossible to type in this elusive code and click Submit when the “Your Code” and “Submit” boxes aren’t visible on my screen, which means I won’t be getting a confirmation email informing me that my “account is now unlocked”.
I’ve written them back to inform them of this (along with my irritation, a writer for a high-profile website, of being locked out of my own account in the first place) and have yet to receive a reply.
So, what now? How long am I going to be in Twitter Jail before someone wakes up and realizes a mistake has been made? And more importantly, how many other poor saps are going through the exact same annoyance?
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
11:24 p.m.
UPDATE: Well, that was fast. Unbeknownst to me until this moment, just before midnight tonight, Twitter replied to my emails, told me they had unlocked my account and even apologized. Twice. I also got an explanation:
“Twitter has automated systems that find and remove automated spam accounts and it looks like your account got caught up in one of these spam groups by mistake. This sometimes happens when an account exhibits automated behavior in violation of the Twitter Rules…”
A few hours after this message was sent, having not yet seen it, I decided to try getting on my account again. When I was able to see my notifications and news feed as before, I cannot tell you how I relieved I was. That’s when I checked my email and spotted the above message.
Many thanks to Twitter for resolving this issue swiftly and for the apologies. It’s good to be back on.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Thursday, November 8, 2018
4:12 a.m.