Dear Players and Players-in-training: Remember like 6 or 7 or 8 years ago when I was younger and more innocent? Remember when I was shy, and inexperienced with men and also deeply devoted to my mother for archaic reasons? Maybe you don't. But what you do remember were all my posts about the confusion I felt navigating all of this. And do you remember how I used to interact with you because you paid my blog attention and then I started writing more stuff to get that attention? Maybe you don't, but I do. Well guess what, in addition to the wicked paranoia I started to experience after reading your fear-filled and fear-inducing ridiculousness, I gained A LOT! You know what I gained? That I am so FUCKING GOOD WRITER! And people will READ MY SHIT. So now when I'm doing stuff like getting paid for my writing and standing on a stage telling my life story, I remember you. So thank you. Thank you! Thank you! If you were not so lavish with your attention, even if sometimes terribly negative and mean, I would not know how deeply good I am at the written word AND at grammar. So there. All the best, Rinaface