I’ve been looking at the blinking cursor for a good twenty minutes, trying to narrow down what I want to say and why I want to say it, but the words keep sliding by and evading me. I want to share, but I feel stunted. I took a month or so off and stayed away (mostly) from Twitter and this blog, but the pull to come back is strong. The show must go on but will I ever be ready?

I should say, before I go much further, that I am very grateful, to a few of you folks in particular, for being kind and patient with me while on hiatus. I had tremendous support from Storm aka @VanillaFreeSex (go read her blog!) as well as Molly aka @Mollysdailykiss (she blogs here!), and of course, the Daddy of all Daddies, @narayyane. I also had some rather cold and cruel “feedback” from folks who felt short-changed because I locked the blog and didn’t post for #LiFE and #BoobDay. It was disappointing to have people reach out without concern for my feelings or state of mind, simply to tell me I was “selfish” for not posting link-ups while I was on hiatus. I’m not sure I understand that logic or that approach, but the people who sent nasty shit (you know who you are) are folks I sadly won’t be conversing with again. You win some, you lose some, I guess.

It’s not you, it’s me. I think?

Real talk: I have fallen into a pattern with this community where I want to do so much more than I am able to and then I am disappointed and frustrated as a result. I am actively still grieving the great unravelling of 2020 in the wake of the transphobe wars and cancel culture. I’d love to be ‘past it’ but I’m not. I miss the true sense of community I felt. It was unique and robust and felt real and palpable. I know I need to give up on the dream that it will ever feel that close or supportive again, unless I am prepared to spearhead that myself. As much as I want to “be the change I want to see” I don’t feel equipped to do that and I don’t feel like it’s a very good investment of time and energy. I have other projects on the boil and I still don’t know exactly why I’m coming back to blogging other than I’m still chasing that feeling that used to be. I need to get over it.

I’d love to be ‘past it’ but I’m not. I miss the true sense of community I felt.

The Violet Disconnect

I’ve mentioned before that being Violet can be a challenge. In some ways, by knowing me as Violet you know me better than most, because so many people in my “real”/vanilla life, have no idea of the more depraved inner workings of my overactive imagination, nor do they know that I’m so pro-sex worker or that I’m naked on the internet. They also don’t know so much about the level of pain and trauma that my life has been riddled with; most know nothing of my mental health. You, as a reader of this blog, have insight that my own family doesn’t get. But it comes at a cost, and sometimes, being Violet is more than I am able to be. That level of vulnerability is hard for me. It’s also hard for me to just fade back a bit and blog less. I can’t explain why I am so all or nothing about it, but I am. I’m working on that.

I know that fellow bloggers will understand this: blogging about your personal experiences can be so much more revealing and infinitely more uncomfortable than being nude. It is the epitome of nakedness, and to be honest, I’m not always that brave. I feel like I have courage in this world of sex blogging, I speak to my beliefs and I stick to my guns, but I also lack the everyday bravery of showing up as Violet. That comfort/discomfort, the push/pull of Me/Violet comes and goes. It’s hard to imagine giving her up entirely; she is the personification of the parts of myself I know both best and least, she is the vessel of truths that I don’t otherwise speak. Violet is more than an alter ego, she’s the intersection of Me, Myself, and I.

I know that fellow bloggers will understand this: blogging about your personal experiences can be so much more revealing and infinitely more uncomfortable than being nude. It is the epitome of nakedness, and to be honest, I’m not always that brave.

Onward, not inward

I’m in the process of adjusting my expectations; of myself, of Violet and of sex blogging in general. I need to accept that I can’t currently produce the 5 – 8 posts per week that I used to. I need to accept that how I feel about the community is not necessarily how others feel, what I want is not necessarily what they want, and that sharing my misery about the state of things isn’t helpful. Y’all must be so tired of me and I don’t blame you.

I’d love to tell you that I have a plan or a solution for how convoluted my feelings are about sex blogging, and how/if I still fit into this world. So much of me wants to keep going but parts of me just wants to shut it all down and fully move on. My indecision is a constant frustration for me, and so is feeling like online communities are so mutable and swift to change that if I do permanently leave, then everything I have produced as Violet Fawkes was for nothing because it will all be forgotten. Perhaps I don’t have the courage or skills to make a difference. Perhaps I’m just an attention whore.

Not quite the final curtain

For the moment, I’m ‘back’. I’m not quite ready to give up entirely, but I feel a bit battered and tired. I want to run the community-based projects like LiFE and BoobDay, etc. and I want to join in on all the other amazing projects others are hosting but I’m realizing I have some limitations right now on how much I can reasonably do. While on hiatus, I began a legit small business and it’s feeling like a better place to put my energy right now, but I also know that I am already somewhat disenfranchised from the sex blogging community, and I’d like to prevent it from slipping away entirely.

So, here I am: the same ball of nerves and overthinking that you know and love (ha!), the same fat crusader for body acceptance, the same emotional mess. If you’re still vibing with my personal brand of misanthropic smut and occasional self loathing, welcome back. And if you’re not, that’s cool too. Just don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

15 thoughts on “The Show Must Go On”

  1. “If you’re still vibing with my personal brand of misanthropic smut and occasional self loathing, welcome back.” Totally vibing for you Violet. I am happy you are back, in whatever way that is that works for you. I really am utterly delighted to see you back here.


  2. As someone else who took a long extended break last year and also has some convoluted feelings and grief about all the ways this community splintered up, I feel you deeply. I’m happy to see you when you show up. Do what you need to. ❤️

    1. Thanks Annie – I suppose a lot of us do have mixed feelings, I just wish my own felt a bit more clear to me. Thanks for reading and I appreciate the empathy!

  3. I’ll take my comment bit by bit. First, welcome back…for as long as you feel mentally and emotionally fit to be back. I have not expectations of you, but I’m certainly glad to see your blog open again, as I’ve always appreciated the vulnerability and honesty of your writing.

    I find it odd that anyone would be cruel about it. But, then, people can be assholes.

    And I can totally feel your struggle over the implosion of this community. It breaks my heart on a regular basis, and I find myself yearning for it all the time. But, I think you are right….it’s never coming back – at least not the way it used to be. Too many people have been hurt and lines have been drawn.

    I also understand the difficulty of being a writing entity that is, in some ways, the most real and vulnerable part of yourself…revealing that to others…being naked in more ways than one. It’s taxing and freeing at the same time. Showing up everyday may be too much to ask of yourself, but showing up…at all…well, if you can – that’s brave, and it sounds like you still need that. Adjusting your expectations is probably a good place to start. I understand the opposite pulls – the need to stay, the draw to shut down, and the frustration regarding that divide.

    I have always enjoyed your blog. And I’ll be right here, reading and supporting, or wishing you well, if you choose to move on, for a little while, or forever. Your mental health comes first.

    I don’t know you in life, but I feel like I know at least a small slice of you, and I care about that slice from a distance. And I’m glad your back.

    1. SO NOW IM CRYING 😭 Bless you, LSB. You’re such a gem and I adore you so much. Thank you for always relating to my nonsense and helping me feel like less of a wreck. You’re right, I do still need the VF outlet. I’m nervous about her and I blurring too much but I guess we shall see how it goes. Xox

  4. I also am so pleased to see you back and couldn’t bear the idea you were gone for good. I mourn the demise of the community we had and miss it every day, but like you can’t keep away. I’ll be here reading and commenting on your wonderful words. Welcome back!

  5. I recognize your grief over the loss of the community that was because I still feel it, too, and I recognize the duality of who you are here in this space and who you are in the “vanilla” world. I felt a push/pull between the two and my process was to pick one or the other, and I decided I wanted to be KL more than I want to be [insert legal name here] at least online. Regardless of how you figure that out for yourself, I think that feeling is more common than we realize. There’s no right answer, but I feel certain that you’ll find the path that works best for you — and I support whatever that looks like.

    Also, I’ve found that when the wider community can’t serve my needs, I do better when I build my own community — through memes or podcasts or Slack groups, lol. So if the memes continue to feel right for you, I think you can build your own community there — or whatever other endeavor strikes your fancy.

  6. Just sending love and hugs and glad you feel you can do this now. No expectations from me. But I look forward to your posts and joining in with what is left of the community when I can x x
    Missy x

  7. Hi Violet,
    As a late comer to your blog, I welcome you back.
    When I first saw your title I thought of something else – perhaps my old post (https://thecunninglinctus.blogspot.com/2011/10/cunning-conversations-show-must-go-on.html) about the show going on might give you a giggle,
    Although I’ve been blogging for almost 10 years, I was never part of the “community” – I’m not into kink or D/S and my intermittent transactional sex life just didn’t seem to fit in.
    Whilst I appreciate the work you put into managing memes, I feel it is more important to write for yourself – perhaps keep a private (non published) journal. Sometimes we have to give ourselves a good talking to.
    For a long time I put all my effort into caring for and about others, and suffered because I hadn’t spent time loving myself. I started blogging as part of that process, writing about what I enjoyed and issues I believed in and be damned if others disagree or don’t find my writing to their taste.
    Lots of virtual hugs from across the sea in your life journey.

  8. I’ll never get tired of you! I’m glad you decided to come back but I just want what ever is best for you. I do think managing expectations of how much is healthy for us to take on is important. I know I’ve been producing less content lately and I’m trying to be kind to myself about that. As you can see I’ve also been slacking on my reading. Sorry it took me so long to get to this post.

    Sucks that people can be assholes btw. Fuck them!

    Here for you anytime you need anything. You know where to find me! I appreciate your friendship. xo

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