When I first came to this sub, it was in search of dirty roleplay. What I found was much more. I read things that I wanted to be a part of, but I just wasn't good enough. Fortunately, I found people who challenged me, who believed in me, who pushed me to be better.

I eventually grew into a writer. A damn good writer (or so I've been told). I wrote successful replies. I wrote even more successful prompts. I even finished a few stories. I wrote snarky metas and serious metas. For a time I was something of a fixture of DPP. Sadly, I believe that time has passed.

My time spent here has decreased. My creativity has declined. I spend untold minutes staring at a response and not having any idea what to write back. At first this seemed like a temporary thing, but now it has been nearly six months. I believe I've figured out the problem: I don't feel the need or desire to write smut anymore.

There are words within me, stories that want to be told. Stories of love, of hate, of happiness and pain. But this is not the venue for them anymore. I have debated this with myself for a while now, and I've decided it is time for me to go.

Friendships here have come and gone, and those are what I will miss the most. The playful banter, the flirtatious comments, the critiques, and the collaborations. The writing became secondary to the community and it saddens me to leave that behind.

I don't regret a moment of my time here. I am proud of (almost) everything I wrote. My account will remain open - there are too many fond memories for me to delete them forever. Those friends who would like to stay in touch are welcome to message me.

Please, be kind to each other.

Blane

EDIT: 6 months later... damn this place is hard to leave.