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It just dawned on me this past week that I've been without that place where many of us had called home in our online community that featured sweet nekkid mens and wonderful conversation.

I won't mention the name of the place and if you don't have a clue about what I'm talking about, then this article is not for you - move on and read something else.

There was a time when I would feel the angst of a cancellation of membership and would return within a month because that place was special beyond just being a porn place.   It was a mixture of reality tv and all the dramas a queen could digest.   It was tantalizing, fun, and well managed.

Then all hell broke loose.   Quality management was terminated and then the Ice Queen took over and ran the place into the ground.    Gimmicks were used - portals to nowhere were created - councils of long term members were created to give us a sense that we had some input only to find out that we were just at the top of the heap where we were shit on directly with regular members craving to get a chance for the honor of being where we were.

It has been two years since I pulled the plug - stopping my Founding membership rate and saving nearly $500 in membership fees.   I wasn't the only one to flee this horrific murder scene of what was the greatest internet "home" in the world, but what is done and done and the Ice Queen gets to run her operation into the ground in a smaller version - not unlike General Motors that was saved in public assisted suicide bankruptcy and emerged with the same talent-less management ability with the arms and legs amputated.    The same malfeasance that existed before still resides but there is less of it to defile and to mismanage.  

Out of the ashes of the destruction of cyberspace by the Ice Queen cum Borg infestation has been a blossoming of former employees who value customers and who seek to make money for themselves and actually are getting paid doing it!     Whether it is Aslan who rose from the ashes to charter a venture of his own with the wonderful Big D with a Big Peen or the sweetest of Sweets in a world of voyeur, these guys were always the reason we members couldn't get enough - they are the finest young men on the planet and are now impressive businessmen in their own right.    I shall always remember them and wish them the best of luck.

I have no craving for a return to cyberspace - I've moved on - become far better off financially in the last two years charting my own course.     The memories shall die with me of a time that was once great, but now fades into obscurity as it is hidden by a shit storm of incompetence.