Annie, the Anemone of Online Anonymity
Here’s an “Editor’s Note:” I got doxed. I’m making some archives private. Don’t know how long.
Am I selling out? Is my new shit going to be a hostage video?
We’ll see.
I’d wanted to back off my shtick. Start with a new name. Publish a few things I’m proud of. Focus on the book. Not like this, but still– maybe it will be good for me.
Some posts are in books. Others gone for now. Might not give out the password. Making shit scarce and using that scarcity for rainy day money has an appeal, suddenly.
I didn’t want to quit my life and make a Patreon. Money will fuck up the work. Plus it’s another HR. They shut people down, probably just keep the pay. The “free speech” racist fake Patreons– I’m not in the alt right ecosystem. My shit is for everybody. I’ve stated my views on the alt right. Now you can’t read them. That post is password protected.
Will cowardly clinging to my pathetic middle class existence fuck up the work?
We’ll see.
Most shit I’m blocking only has one bad phrase in it. My pattern. Banality banality banality (SENSATIONAL SHIT) banality punchline. I won’t cut one phrase. The pattern’s there because thoughts are like this. Life is like this. Cornel West once said of “nigger”: sometimes you’re building a sentence and that’s the word that goes there. The only defense ever needed. If this is not obvious to you, stop reading books; go play fucking Nintendo.
Someone tried to explain musical theater to me. He said the characters burst into song when dialogue can’t contain the emotion. I burst into crazy shit when banality can’t contain the emotion. Unlike musicals, my writing doesn’t make you want to puke. It’s not fake. Those words serve a purpose.
Unless you’re some authority figure reading this. Then it’s 100% fake.
It happens that this week a guy made a groveling apology to CNN, so they wouldn’t dox him. The indirect threat: we’ll show your Nazi shitposts to your boss. His apology made me sick. It was a lie. Mine was real. I don’t want my ridiculous hobby to fuck up other people’s livelihoods.
But then people read this stuff and feel less alone. Sorry it’s gone for now.
If they popped me just for “social media” I’d gladly buckle. Delete twitter with its stupid shitposts. But this blog is effortposts. I put my heart into it. I do my best to not make it bullshit. Not hack garbage that cynically agitates people. AKA all paid media. If I’d played the game I’d have no problem. Political speech, being meaningless, is protected. An old math professor once wrote that the system permits criticism, if it fits the system’s needs. Mine doesn’t fit.
He’s retired now. Out in Colorado. They keep an eye on him but he still wants to be heard. The girls still write him horny letters. The world goes on. Shit fuck cunt, et cetera.
delicioustacos 
Everything dies
Nothing’s dying now.
That is some fucked up shit DT. Free speech is an illusion. A myth, if they are censoring greats like you. I hope the posts come back but I understand your point of view and accept it. No matter if we all here come for the writing, the wisdom, the no holds barred shit others will never dare to post. I support you and hope you find success in your endeavors. I hope you are still reading emails. I’d like to exchange some words with you. Contact email is the same I assume?
Sorry man.
“I’d wanted to back off my shtick. Start with a new name.”
Do it. You’ll lose all fan momentum, but…man, it’s just us. You know what we are, who we are, what we’re good for, what we’re not. And “elevating anons to bestseller status” is not us.
You can write! Congrats. If you were wondering, had some secret inner worry about this, I have news for you, of which the good is: you can write. The bad: No one important knows it.
Seriously, just forget about us. GTFoff the internet and do…well, whatever writers do. And while you’re at it, license Surfjan Stevens to something.
Although: Fuck you, I was looking forward to saying I read DT before he blew up. But hey, it happens.
Wtf.
Every time I find something real, it disappears.
I don’t know who you are.
I don’t need to.
I just want some more Delicious Tacos damnit
I’m really sorry that happened. I was increasingly worried that it would. I enjoy your writing the most when it relates to other people and the outside world – but in thinking about that I realized how fragile a system this is for those kinds of thoughts. Too easy to triangulate.
Start writing media reviews and see what happens. You’d have some interesting shit to say about The Handmaid’s Tale and most likely you could manage it without anyone threatening a lawsuit or feeling much personar involvement.
Oh man, I’m really disappointed to read this post. Fuck, that sucks. I applaud you for not caving in the public apology circus.
Since the party is over I might as well come clean-I am really a woman. Atlanta Man is really Atlanta Woman and I doxxed Delicious Taco’s when he refused my sexual advances. I told you I would not be ignored Delicious Tacos, I will not be ignored!!!(*cue boiling bunny rabbit)
That is some gay shit. I love you, man. Hope this doesn’t turn out to be too much of a hassle.
Dox the doxers
This is especially infuriating since DT hardly ever (if ever?) wrote anything controversial, occasionally vulgar, yes (and so what?), but certainly nothing even remotely threatening to the usual thin-skinned suspects.
Sure, his ouevre is particularly concerned with his colorfully explicit encounters with women, but no one could ever honestly peg him as a misogynist; we all know DT finds himself in that unenviable position of wanting to be in normal relationship while having to navigate a very hostile dating market which so many men find themselves increasingly priced out of.
They can’t paint him as an alt-right reactionary neo-Nazi fascist racist who gets his white sheets personally monogrammed by David Duke; we all know DT is mostly a liberal dummy and probably wears his pink pussy hat in his off hours.
What? Covering up letters in Chinese restaurant signs to reveal words like “dong”? So, he’s got a juvenile sense of humor. And? I’m willing to bet nobody’s job was ever put in into peril for tweeting 50 Shades of Grey style pabulum or signaling their proud support for an organization responsible for the deaths of 57 million babies or for being with a certain Her that gleefully cackled for the cameras after the leader of a foreign country was sodomized with a bayonet.
So, here we have a man with a peculiar interest in ducks and who wrote a very poignant tribute to his cat that was tragically mauled to death — I got an idea! Let’s fuck him over, shall we?
Well, you know what they say, success is the best revenge and don’t let the bastards keep you down.
Man, I think you should just wipe off so many of these entries and repackage them into something you put in a book. Go the real route, sending manuscripts to agents – and never tell em you self-published because they don’t even look at self-publishers. Come out of total obscurity and blow those agents away.
You already hit your apex with the delicious tacos persona and the delicious tacos audience–it’s just us, man. It’s time to, As Robert Greene says, “Reinvent yourself.”
Doxxed? Dude, I Googled your name like 3 years ago. I thought you were open about all this shit.
Sitto. And he puts picturrs of his face on twitter, and links to real life friends.
COme on ,.man. you cant hsve both. Either you fuck that Pinay whore raw, or you fuck that Pinay whore raw.
Thanks for your contribution.
Sorry to hear this. Your writing was funny, whimsical, but grounded in a modern reality of a man coping with desire for sex, for emotional intimacy, for some meaningful work that fulfills your writing talent, and maybe a glimmer of recognition or slim trappings of success. It was real.
You OKCupid stuff helped me craft a successful profile that I badly needed after divorce. And I could relate to your candid frustrations. I still remember your hilarious story about being horny enough to f*ck a seagull. You gave me a peek at what life might be if I had some talent and passion for writing.
Importantly, your writing might have been occasionally frustrated or wistful, but never misogynist or bitter. These days, it can be a thought-crime to be a horny, straight, white male. You had the courage to write about it honestly, and show that I’m not alone.
I hope they wallow in guilt, how pathetic. It’s rare enough to find an honest voice, let alone an entertaining one, who also respects others’ privacy enough to redact info before posting. Attacking someone who’s willing to make himself vulnerable betrays a weak nature.
Praise be to DT.
Your shit would make people sick, but most of your fans don’t have human emotions.