Saveloy

Who are we?

The U̶n̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶D̶i̶s̶a̶f̶f̶e̶c̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶W̶r̶i̶t̶e̶r̶s̶,̶ ̶B̶l̶o̶g̶g̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶&̶ ̶S̶u̶n̶d̶r̶y̶ ̶W̶o̶r̶d̶s̶m̶i̶t̶h̶s̶ ̶(̶N̶o̶w̶ ̶̶I̶n̶c̶l̶u̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶P̶o̶e̶t̶s̶ ̶&̶ ̶P̶o̶r̶n̶o̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶e̶r̶s̶)̶ exploited!

What do we w̶a̶n̶t̶ hate?

P̶a̶y̶i̶n̶g̶!̶ Medium!

W̶h̶e̶n̶ How much do we w̶a̶n̶t̶ hate it?

N̶o̶w̶!̶ With a passion to which the Bard himself could not have given voice!

Do we need a catchier slogan?

N̶o̶!̶ ̶Y̶e̶s̶!̶ Wait … pornographers!?

I’m really not sure where I was intending to go with this — along with a number of other things I subsequently couldn’t be arsed to expand upon, it’s been languishing in my drafts in a state of undress for some nine months.

It’s clearly a preamble to something ¹.

But, unlike the others, it’s self-contained at least … meaning I don’t need to add anything for it to be comprehensible in its own right.

So, I figured I might as well post it for the benefit of E. Scott Alighieri ² and the left hand of darkness ³ — they’re p̶o̶r̶n̶o̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶e̶r̶s̶ p̶o̶e̶t̶s̶ p̶o̶r̶n̶o̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶e̶r̶s whatever ⁵, so …

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¹ Most likely a navel-gazing rant of some kind about my d̶i̶s̶a̶f̶f̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶M̶e̶d̶i̶u̶m̶ first world problems — l̶e̶t̶’̶s̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶…̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶r̶u̶b̶b̶i̶s̶h̶.

² Yes … him.

³ SouthpawPoet, I’m afraid ⁴.

⁴ Sorry.

⁵ Is there really a difference?