Remember this post?

Well..today I feel like dishing up a larger dose of Truth.

First I’d like to remind everyone how it all began…Fortunes was born from boredom, NOT necessity. This is an important distinction if u think about it long enough…

Fortunes began because I needed something exciting, something BAD to channel all my feelings of rebelliousness at the time. I was newly single from a marriage that was many years past its expiration, going out clubbing, AND intentionally putting myself in risky situations to meet this need I have for excitement. When Fortunes was born…I needed a focused outlet for my naughty behavior. I certainly recognized that my need for going out and being bad was leading me down a path of unfamiliar consequences…I’m not a drinker, not a drugger, I was just a pervert that enjoys all the bad things about sex. I needed a safe outlet…   Some of you know the actual story of how Fortunes came about, for those who dont…the short story is that I was challenged. Someone told me I couldnt…didnt have what it takes. Fortunes was born that same week. Yeah…its like that! Thats all a long time ago now…

Why is that important now? Well, because I need folks to understand what motivates me… Im all about the fun. Other components give me stress, meeting new people AKA strangers is one of these things. Its a double edged sword, I meet the coolest people from all sorts of places and I enjoy almost all of them. Those that arent enjoyed, arent invited back… Yeah, its like that! But meeting new people also brings inherent risk…

Risk. My Third Eye has been talkin to me since June…  we all watch the same news, right?  My instinct tells me…  I need to manage my risks well. I’ve been missing for a reason…  the Risks are currently outweighing the FUN. When things are stressful…it diminishes my good time. Lets remember…FORTUNES IS MY PERSONAL RECREATION TIME. I realize that this is shocking to the many many people who call me on the phone and talk to me like they are ordering a pizza…  but just to keep everyone on track… what is depicted in this blog are stories and experiences from my recreation time, period. If you want to be a part of my fun time…you need to have enough insight and ability to be completely discrete. I’m not interested in having my hobby become my prison. I manage my time and resources well enough to maintain a completely seperate space, just for my recreation. I dont plan on being there 24/7, available at all hours, etc. Nor do I plan on entertaining anyone in my fun life who puts me at risk. No inappropriate conversation, no inappropriate behavior, no tolerance whatsoever with strangers. I welcome inappropriate conversation and behavior from established friends…of course!
I’ve been thinking a lot this summer about what Fortunes means to me in 2011 vs 2008 and if Ive changed (good and bad). I’ve been thinking about the future. I cannot imagine life without Fortunes…that’s not in the cards…I NEED Fortunes for my sanity. I NEED the fun, the excitement, the deviance, the outlet I created.

Lately I’ve sat down to write here many many times and end up walking away. I want to share so much…  but when I filter through my Risk Analysis…I hesitate. The things that I share here…cannot be expected if we meet, this blog is a diary of personal deviance and fun shit…not a menu of possibilities for strangers.

I’ve learned that those with the most to lose…understand me perfectly and make things effortless because they share my same concerns regarding risk.

 

How does one go from Stranger to Friend?   Well…I’ll tell you. Successful strangers do their homework before they contact me and follow the leader when we meet. I’m hard on strangers on the phone…those who feel the need to discuss the unneccessary never get to my playtime. If we took a poll I would guess at least half of you could tell a story about the first 5 minutes of meeting me. I’m super hard on strangers in the first 5 minutes…I’m smelling them for enemy vibes, testing for foe qualities. Friends…follow all the directions immediately. Strangers who are unable/ unwilling to do what is asked in the first few minutes are invited to leave. Its truly that easy. Friends demonstate their motivation for being invited into my personal recreation time…  they show me an ability to listen, follow directions,and  have a sense of humor.

Ok…now I feel I’ve expressed this completely. I’m not a two topping pizza purchased with a coupon. Any discussions of pizza toppings and coupons will terminate the conversation. Fortunes is not my job…or my business…Fortunes is MY hobby, my love, my alter ego, my girls night out, my own fantasy. If you want to play in my fantasy…make it easy for yourself to get there.

Words to live by: Life is Short- dont be a douche.

 

On with the stories and tales of badness…