Assasination at a masked ball - dedicated to an absent 'friend'

There's a lot I want to say today much of which has got feck all to do with ETV. I know when you stumble accross these rants two things normally come to mind.

1. What the feck is he on about today
2. Whatever he is smoking, I'll have some of that.

And this week is no different. And for this reason the topic will appear 'off topic'.

This week, I finally lost a friend. At least I thought he was a friend. I had never met him. Yet for over a year I had almost daily conversed with him over that wonderful item of modern technology called the internet. We had a common interest. Actually there was more than one. But the one that brought us together was this site and our fascination with live-show tv.

Yet because I never met him I feel I never really knew him and neither of us could truthfully remove the mask that we wore on a daily basis. Because if we are honest with ourselves we all wear a mask when we come on here. Very few people outside our closest circle of friends will know how we spend these hours on here or watching the tv and if we dared to tell them they could not understand.

For his part, he could not understand the other mask that I voluntarily put on with a real sense of purpose. Not to deny freedom of speech because we live in a free world. But to try to persuade people that there is more than one way to express one's opinion. And, hopefully, a more polite way could bring about the real change that all want.

For my part, I could not understand his somewhat narrow-minded attitude to certain aspects of individuals who frequent these pages. It's down, I think, to the fact he he was judging these people as he judges himself. The self without the mask. Not the one on here.

In his farewell 'speech' he took the view that the participants of live-show tv are not models. That they are real, ordinary, people. Of course they are ordinary people. But not when they appear on the tv. Like us, they wear a mask. A mask to hide their true persona.

To get me in the mood for this opus, I listened to some opera earlier. Now in opera, art imitates life. The opera was by Mozart yet I am reminded of one by Verdi for which I will give you the English title "A Masked Ball". That opera, as it's name suggests, featured a masked ball - for me, a mirror to this site. A true story that ended with an assasination. So in that one, there was no happy ending and unfortunately it's much the same sometimes in real life.

So my 'friend'. I hope one day that you may read this. Like most of the crap that I write here, you may not understand where I come from but I have one philosophy "better to say it and regret it afterwards then regret never having said it in the first place"
 

You seem to be quite broad minded and you have a very decent way to express your thoughts. This is a sharp contrast to some other fellew member who's mind seems to be limited to pussy and nothing else. Also the way he expresses his thougts is quite often lacking everything normaly considered as good manners. So I fully understand what is driving your 'friend' mad about this person, but I don't understand his reaction.

Just a quick word about that ordinary people thing: if you do this job for years like some of the models, I would consider them to be professional erotic models and actually you can read just this in Jayas selfdescription on another website.