Ok in what feels like centuries ago, when the internet was a more fun place, when we had blogs instead of toks, and there was MySpace, and Craigslist was the real town square of your town — There was RadioFreeNYC.org.
It was my anything / nothing site (remember those). Initially I started it as a tech challenge, to force myself to learn how to build a site, design, code, install server stuff, etc. Then when it was built, I posted on it. It had a small following, occasionally I ran into someone that read it.
But then, more frequently someone else I knew would read it and they’d get mad at me for writing something about them. A lot of those times I’d swear I’d never do it again… I wasn’t lying… I didn’t intend to but I’m impulsive and my ADHD wasn’t in check back then1.
Also, I used to fictionalize my life a lot. Nothing tooooooo crazy, but it was a like a writer’s notebook AND SOME EX’S couldn’t get over the one time I might have done that to them even though they were anonymized — and what I wrote wasn’t that bad2 — and they didn’t bother telling me how upset they were about it for the entirety of our almost five year relationship — and then finally used it as an excuse3 to break up with me at one of the lowest points of my life — WHILE I was going through a nervous breakdown — AND THE GODDAMN SITE WAS ALREADY TAKEN DOWN TWO YEARS PRIOR…
Yeah, so I guess RadioFreeNYC.org wasn’t… you know the best thing, or most positive or healthiest thing I ever did…
So that’s why I when I found out that RadioFree.NYC was open I snatched that shit up in a heartbeat! Because the point of RadioFreeNYC (dot-org or otherwise) was that that I never fuckin’ learn baby!
Okay, it barely is now — but hey at least I’m medicated.
It was a fictionalized origin story of how we met if I remember right.
One of many, and TBF it was pretty justified.