COULD WE POST THIS ON FACE BOOK?

I have been giving a good deal of though of late to my future use of the internet. Times a’ change, and in my own neo-retro pipe-and Jack-Daniels manner I try to keep up with them and lend a hand when I can. Before, however, I fall to rumination, I first owe a lot of people an apology (and not for the fishnet lady with the rifle on Facebook that seems to have upset some folks.) For years now I never responded to invitations to join Linked-In or similar social and contact networks and now we have Google Plus that I have yet to understand except it seems to want us to form circles. I don’t respond because, quite a while ago I had made a firm decision to limit my use of the internet to Doc40, my long running blog and my Facebook page. For a long time, they worked in tandem but lately I’ve been finding that, on the short attention level, so much more can be done in an instant on FB. It’s simply faster and more flexible and it’s netted in with just about everything else and saves me hours of cutting and pasting and converting bloody fonts and taking care of the all the little glitches to which Blogger is heir. A part of me says fold up Doc40 and dance solo on FB. And then I look up to the top of this blogpost. Am I going to risk toppling the edifice by trying to post the steam punk fucking machine on Facebook. I don’t think so. Also my FB page is full I’m limited to 5000 and that’s seem very unfair, red rope, one-out one-in elitism. So Doc40 must stay, but maybe with a newly evolving role. While still carrying The Frozdicks, Marilyn, Gratuitous, the Paperback Classics, Space Opera, and The Secret Word, we become more surreal and (in a word) deviant. Doc40 already slapped a Content Warning on it. We’ve been branded offensive so let’s get down-home old-timey offensive. Facebook gets the urgent links and stuff like the kettle that looks like Hitler, and down here in the blog we get dark, degenerate, and maybe dangerous. Deal?

Click herefor the Deviants a couple of nights ago. (My vanity thinks I look lousy.)

The secret word is Gynandromorphophilie