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Entering Virginia’s Secret Garden; or, How to Troll the Manosphere for Fun and Profit

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For the past three months, I’ve been writing a second blog under the nom de plumeVirginia Robinson,” soi-disant “red pill woman,” “Christian housewife” and “submissive.” In that time, I’ve made a three-figure sum hocking a halfwit erotica e-book, built a blog that gets about 500 hits a day from search engines alone, and assembled a nice coterie of beta orbiters.

Why am I telling you this now? Because if I have to write another article as “Virginia,” I’m going to vomit.

I trolled the manosphere, and I trolled it hard. This is my story.

Origin of a Trollblog

Virginia’s Secret Garden was the culmination of about a year’s worth of frustration and amusement at the more obnoxious quarters of the manosphere. Mainly, I was getting sick of both all the “red pill women” who were suddenly flooding in and doing a virtual striptease to the delight of every paper alpha jerking off in their blog’s comments. Don’t get me wrong; there are some smart and interesting chicks in this part of the Internet, and the mere presence of all these girls is proof that our ideas are gaining traction; women always side with the winners.

But after watching one girl detonate her marriage just so she could hook up with a manosphere blogger (and having my own share of “good girl” groupies), you’ll forgive me if I look askance at all these Janey-come-latelys.

If there was any single impetus for creating my troll persona, it was Kaitlyn Sploosh’s blog. No disrespect to Kaitlyn: I’m sure she’s a nice girl, and I know Jeremy in real life; he is a righteous dude. But watching all those chumps slobbering over her meandering articles and topless pics was too much for me to handle. It was time to take action.

I had a few other reasons for blogging under a female pen name. One was to exploit the massively underserved market for “red pill woman” books. Despite all their giggling and teasing, none of these girls seem the slightest bit interested in monetizing their blogs. I figured that if none of them wanted to make money, I’d gladly take all those ducats for myself.

I suspect that’s also a prime motivator for whoever’s running Return of Queens.

Additionally, I wanted to experiment with different writing styles. I was looking to improve my ability to write female characters and in a female voice; practice makes perfect. I also wanted to advance some ideas that I didn’t want to put under my real name. Even in the so-called “manosphere,” women can get away with saying and doing things that men can’t. When a man writes about how women crave being dominated, he’s called a monster; when a woman does it, she’s praised for being “honest.” Even if she’s attacked, she’s still given a measure of sympathy as a victim of Stockholm syndrome.

The hall was rented, the orchestra engaged. Now it was time to see if I could dance.

Birth of the Perfect Woman

I threw together Virginia’s Secret Garden over Christmas break, using my knowledge as a long-time online hustler (U C WAT I DID THAR?) to create what I thought was a bulletproof facade. Despite this, I still left two clues as to “Virginia’s” real identity. Her surname is derived from Journey to the End of the Night: in that book, Robinson was Ferdinand Bardamu’s nemesis. (“Virginia” was the name of an ex of mine.) More obviously, anyone who did a WHOIS lookup on VirginiasSecretGarden.com would see that it had the exact same IP address as MattForney.com. Finally, I all but gave the plot away during the live New Years’ Eve podcast I did with Davis Aurini and Remy Sheppard. I even re-Tweeted this on “Virginia’s” Twitter page in case people still didn’t get it.

The evidence was lying in plain sight.

A few people did know that “Virginia” wasn’t real:

  • Runsonmagic was the first to figure it out on his own; he intuited it based on his knowledge of the erotica industry.
  • Remy figured it out because I basically told him in that podcast.
  • Mitch Sturges and TempestTcup, who’d I deliberately linked to in “Virginia’s” first post in hopes of getting their attention, told me at the New Orleans meetup that they’d figured out the truth as well, though they still thought the whole thing was hilarious.
  • Kaitlyn and Jeremy Sploosh found out by accident: Kaitlyn emailed “Virginia” asking for a review copy of her book and I accidentally signed my reply with my real name.
  • Zampano I told because I was asking him for SEO advice.
  • Tom Wald I told just because.

There are a few other people who I either told or who I suspect found out on their own, but none of them come to mind right now.

As it turns out, my initial thesis was right: any woman, no matter how lackluster her writing ability, can get attention just by talking about sex. In the first month that Virginia’s Secret Garden was in operation, it rocketed up to around 800-1,000 hits a day due to a few articles going viral. The most notable articles include “My Husband the Rapist” as well as “Virginia’s” beginner’s guide to Christian Domestic Discipline (i.e. why you need to spank your wife to make God happy). I primed the pump by linking to “Virginia’s” articles on my Twitter account (a move that probably helped a few people figure out the truth) and seeding links to them on my blog, Roosh’s forum and other sites.

For comparison’s sake, Virginia’s Secret Garden got eighteen times the amount of traffic in its first month then MattForney.com got in its first month.

I also had other successes. Barely a week into the new year, a radio station in Calgary emailed “Virginia” offering to interview her for their morning show. Last month, I successfully trolled Donlak and Becky into talking about punishment spankings on their podcast. And of course, I was inundated with beta orbiters. I got at least two soppy emails a week from lovelorn guys praising “Virginia” for her femininity and wondering how they could get a wife like her. You can also see their groveling comments all over the blog.

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Dear Sir or Madam, Will You Read My Book?

Crucial to my trolljob was my erotic story collection Daddy’s My Favorite Girl and Other Stories. As it turns out, I’m not the only person running this scam; as Runsonmagic told me, a large percentage of erotica is written by men using female pen names because women are only comfortable buying smut from other women. Not only that, the bar for erotica is so low that it’s buried in the ground. Several months back, I was hired on Fiverr to write a testimonial for an erotica collection; the writing was so bad that it would have failed a community college ESL class. Here’s an actual quote:

After a while, he lay on his back and asked me to suck his cock. His cock was huge. Some of my friends told me that black men usually had very big cocks and I did not know if that was true. However, it certainly was true in the case of the client lying naked with me in back that day. I put a condom on his cock and sucked it until he shot his load.

Wow, how riveting! Aren’t you feeling aroused?

Additionally, I had also read English Teacher X’s articles on writing erotica. I figured I could outdo him by making two tweaks. One, by establishing a brand in the form of the blog, I would be able to sell more consistently than if I were to just publish books on Amazon or wherever. Second, I would charge more than $.99 for my books (and subsequently write books that were long enough to justify higher prices).

With all this in mind, I decided to write my own smut collection. I should thank Arya Blue for inspiration; some of the links she posted on her Twitter page helped me come up with ideas. I knocked out eight stories over Christmas break, thematically linked around the “loss of innocence” and packaged them together in a single volume. After buying a custom cover, I was in business… or was I?

While Barnes & Noble and Smashwords accepted Daddy’s Favorite Girl as is, Amazon and the Kobo Store both rejected it because the title implied incest. Not wanting to pay for a redesign (which is also why the book says “Favourite” instead of “Favorite”), I hastily Photoshopped “My” onto the cover and re-uploaded it. Score!

Within the first month, I’d sold over $300 worth of copies.

Writing erotica is an enormously unglamorous enterprise. To be frank, it’s as fun as doing data entry. Unless you’re willing to go into taboo territory—say, describing a girl who gets banged in the ass so hard that her bladder bursts and she pisses herself—you’re basically just finding new synonyms for “fuck,” “dick” and “pussy.” While I like to think that my textual porn is above average (mainly because I know how to spell), it felt like an assembly-line production from beginning to end.

I have no clue how people can write erotica for fun.

Nonetheless, this assembly-line book got me a nice chunk of change and I was prepared to write sequels… until a month ago.

The Rise and Fall of Virginia Robinson

I had planned to keep Virginia’s Secret Garden going for at least a year, at which point the site would have accumulated enough SEO juice and credibility to become a source of passive income. My blueprint for the site was based off a short-lived trollblog I’d written a year ago called Schwyzered.com. After Hugo Schwyzer wrote that ridiculous Jezebel column on why straight guys should let their girlfriends peg them, I was planning to pull a Santorum and turn “schwyzer” into a synonym for getting fucked in the ass with a strap-on, all the while ridiculing male feminists in general. Unfortunately, a botched database update led to all my work being wiped out; lacking any backups, I gave up a week into the project.

The only remaining evidence of Schwyzered.com is the long-dormant Twitter page.

I’d been planning to write Schwyzered.com for at least a year and had sketched out a loose character arc for its intrepid author, Butt-Boy. His backstory is that he was supposed to be a proud male feminist and pegging enthusiast living in Portland, Oregon with his “pleasantly curvy” girlfriend Dick-Girl. After a series of expository posts in which he talked about his upbringing in the “intolerant” land of upstate New York and his molestation as a child, Butt-Boy would become so enamored of pegging that he’d stop having actual sex with Dick-Girl. Frustrated with her perverted simp of a boyfriend (though he would be too dense to figure it out), Dick-Girl would pressure Butt-Boy into a polyamorous relationship, in which it’s implied that she gets laid way more than him. Finally, their relationship would devolve into cuckoldry, Butt-Boy crying in the corner while watching the love of his life getting railed by strapping black bucks.

The story/blog would end with the two breaking up, Dick-Girl leaving Butt-Boy to peg himself with his collection of unwashed buttplugs while she ran off with a man who wasn’t a complete fag.

When I sat down to create Virginia’s Secret Garden, I wrote a similar character arc. Virginia Robinson was to be a young housewife living in the Midwest (Iowa specifically) who had salvaged her marriage by discovering both the Red Pill and Christian Domestic Discipline. While on the surface their relationship was perfect, I planned on sowing the seeds of doubt as time went on. For example, the fact that Virginia’s husband had been a player before marrying her. The fact that she was an “everything-but” virgin before tying the knot (i.e. one of those religious girls who will do blowjobs, dry humping, buttfucking, everything but vaginal intercourse). The fact that she had to prod her husband into becoming more of a man (if your wife has to badger you into being “alpha,” are you really alpha?).

And the obvious contradiction of a supposedly devout Christian writing about her sex life in graphic detail on the Internet.

I planned to end Virginia’s blogging career with a bang: her head flush with constant praise from her beta orbiters, she would announce that she was divorcing her husband with a flurry of hamsterbations. After surrendering sole custody of their newborn son to her husband, she would announce that she was moving to the big city (Chicago) to restart her career as a librarian and “find herself” (by sucking off every douchebag in Wrigleyville). The fallout from her “betrayal” would last for weeks.

So why am I giving away the ending now?

Simply put, writing Virginia’s Secret Garden is making me nauseous. The praise that “Virginia” gets from men, the confessions piling up in her inbox, the weak-ass attempts to win her over: all of it is unbearable. I thought that making fun of these people would be good for a few laughs; instead, I just feel like a jerk. As pathetic as some of these guys’ panegyrics to “Virginia” are, intentionally deceiving people for the purpose of mocking them is a lousy thing to do.

I felt like a teenage boy who steals his little sister’s diary just so he can read it aloud to his friends.

With that, I’m signing off Virginia’s Secret Garden for good. I’ve pulled “her” book from sale and I doubt I’ll be renewing the domain in December. While, as I said, the blog is getting a good amount of search traffic (despite being dormant for nearly two months), it’s not something I want to continue doing.

I Guess We Learned Not to Do it Again

Despite all this, I learned a couple of valuable lessons from writing Virginia’s Secret Garden.

The first is that women really do have it easier, even when blogging pseudonymously. Yes, we all know this to a certain extent, but having experienced it, I have actual proof. All you lady bloggers reading this article have no idea how good you have it. Even in the so-called “manosphere,” you can get twice the attention that men do even when you only work half as hard. I don’t get mad at this anymore, not after figuring out how to leverage it for my own gain.

If you can’t beat ’em, bilk ’em.

The second is that inventing an entirely new persona is far more difficult than it seems. This is why I laugh at people who accuse me or other bloggers of trolling and running sockpuppets. Reorienting your entire writing style in an attempt to fool people requires an enormous amount of work, enough so that only a clinical psychopath could pull it off. On average, I spent three times as long writing “Virginia’s” posts compared to my own, trying to affect a more girly, emotive writing style, and I still got found out because bits of my persona leaked out into her articles.

Sorry dorks, there really are that many of us evil “misogynists” out there. Feeling a little scared? You should be.

While this will be the last time I attempt a project on this scale, the lessons from writing Virginia’s Secret Garden will likely inform my future work. I’ve learned more about how to craft a convincing female voice and how to create profitable brands out of thin air, which will make my future writing that much better.

As the idiots say, it was a learning experience, one I won’t be repeating.

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  • vmunchausen

    Matt,

    I got a good laugh from this. I read that first post about her having the rape fantasy, and something just felt… off.
    I didn’t put much effort into figuring it out, so I never sorted out where exactly that “off” feeling came from.
    Either way, I have two things to say on this:
    First, it takes a talented writer to pull something like this off. (I have worked on expanding into different voices, and that shit is tough!)
    Second, I can only imagine how disgusting it must have been to read all of those “men’s” emails and comments sucking up to her. I don’t blame you for giving up on it at all.
    Having realized what reality really looks like (red-pill, if you will), I find myself constantly disgusted by the men around me. Their simpering and orbiting ways makes me ill sometimes. It’s a strange combination of pity and contempt.
    Either way, this was amusing, and I am looking forward to the reactions!

  • docillusion

    I’ve never even heard of her/her site. Guess I need to pay more attention. Or maybe I’m not desperate enough for online interaction with anonymous females.

  • Count me as a bit shocked. I couldn’t get into Virginia’s (your) blog partly because of “. . . . the obvious contradiction of a supposedly devout Christian writing about her sex life in graphic detail on the Internet.”

    she’s still given a measure of sympathy as a victim of Stockholm syndrome.

    Typically, it’s not sympathy that is being given. It’s manipulation.

  • LOL, when I retire, I’m totally going to start writing erotica; I hear that there’s a huge market in monster porn!

    http://www.amazon.com/Moan-Bigfoot-Monster-Menage-Series-ebook/dp/B006KZ7TWQ

    (okay, maybe not but maybe, lol)

  • I have thought about learning to write in different voices but never tried it out. But if you are able to make some dough out of it then i think it should be something to pursue!

    Great post Matt!

  • Zoyd Wheeler

    Brilliant.

    The level of clumsily expressed thirst in the manosphere depresses the hell out of me. It’s only to be expected that thirsty men show up; that’s who needs a lot of what the manosphere has to offer.

    But it’s pointless if these tards can’t take any of it on board. And a shocking number simply can’t, it seems to me.

    It’d be cool if somebody did a longitudinal study of manosphere readers. What percentage improve their lives? I hear anecdotes. I’d prefer data.

  • I’ll admit I’m actually kind of comforted to find out this was fake. I was kind of weirded out by it and if I had gotten anymore blog traffic from “Virginia” I would have asked “her” to remove me from “her” blogroll. I never read any of it because the title of any given post was enough to turn me off.

  • Anonymous Reader

    This is the first time I’ve read of “Virginia’s” blog, but I’ve been paying less and less attention to the soi-disant “red pill” woman blogs. This is for two reasons: first, it seems increasingly that some of them are just attention whores who want a constellation of beta orbiters; second they are still women and as soon as they step out of areas of female competence, some sort of error is inevitable. So why should I read writing intended to manipulate me, or writing that is at some point going to be flat out wrong by an authoress who cannot be corrected with reason and logic?

    I have too many other things that need to be done to spend my life online trying to reason with the unreasonable.

    Stingray finds the first-person erotica to be incompatible with a Christian married woman, and while I do have respect for her opinion…well, I dunno. Women like to gossip about their personal lives within their social circles, and many (most? almost all?) do not understand just how far and wide an Internet posting really goes, both in space and time. Given that there are self-labeled Very Christian women prone to post images of their sexy lingerie “Look what I bought for my husband to see!”, it’s not that great a step. Of course, there is a larger issue in terms of “WWJD”, or perhaps Christian vs. “Christian” vs. Churchian — and frankly, that’s not a discussion that I care to engage in, because it degenerates to gossip pretty quickly, oh, surprise, surprise. One masculine equivalent of this in some subcultures within the US is “9mm vs. .45”, another endless and rather pointless “debate” that I no longer will participate in. Perhaps this analogy can shed light for some reader or other.

    As for puking the Virginia blog out of your system, Matt:

    I recall that Robert A. Heinlein early in his writing career cranked out some number of “True Confessions” sob stories in the first person feminine, but apparently not for very long. Perhaps he had the same problem you did? You could be in good company…

  • Anonymous Reader

    Zoyd Wheeler
    It’d be cool if somebody did a longitudinal study of manosphere readers. What percentage improve their lives? I hear anecdotes. I’d prefer data.

    Doubtful that can ever be done, as so many post via psuedos and not always from a home IP.
    Plus, as has been pointed out in various places, there is continuous turnover at many mandrophere sites. Perhaps some men do see an improvement and then move on, while others arrive to take their place. Just look at the handles at Rollo’s, for example, and see the turnover at Rational Male over the course of a year or two. The same may be true of Athol’s, I don’t know. The hardest part of Game for many men is likely to be unlearning all the untruth, once that is done and a man learns a few basic tools that enable him to deal with his LTR or his wife or his girlfriend or whatever, he might well move on. Not everyone “lives” on the screen.

    Look, suppose a man went to a gym to lift and used poor technique, and got injured. So he gets on the web and reads lifting sites, finds out what he did wrong, maybe goes to physical rehab to fix the strain/sprain/etc., then goes back to lifting the right way. He’s lifting to improve his muscles, for whatever larger reason, and once he knows the right way to go about it – what reason would there be to go back to the sites? He’d move on.

    However, it is possible that one might track the progress of men who post to so-called ‘red-pill women’ sites. One might find betas who orbit the mother hen, and never really change for the better. Yeah, that could be done…

  • This is what “Tits or GTFO” is for.

  • j

    Had me fooled. You didn’t mention it, but I wonder if there were any/many women who called you on your ruse? Or do you as an evil misogynist actually understand women, with their spanking and choking and rape fetishes, so well that even feminists can be hoodwinked by your impersonation of one?

  • baguazhang

    What’s the story behind Return of Queens? The writer sounds too retarded to be real.

  • Clever. You fooled me. I even left some comments. The only thing I was a bit suspicious of was that “Virginia” was selling books.

    I shall have to think some more about this.

    Clever.

    I have pretended to be a female on the Internet a few times. I mostly got caught, but I did fool one guy pretty comprehensively.

    I also set up a spanking blog in a female persona once and soon got huge numbers of hits (so to speak.)

  • Sure is funny to think when I did my post suggesting that some red pill women sites might not be real, the herd was quick to sum me up as “you’re just jealous”, “you’re vile”, “you’re really a man” all for suggesting that people should be cautious of who they worship and trust online. Now watch them come out and say “oh I knew it was fake all along”. For consolation, they can now think I’m a man jealous of another man. That’s a new one. The flood of red pill sites logically suggests something is up. Like I said before, that many women can’t all of a sudden just “get it”.

    “Count me as a bit shocked. I couldn’t get into Virginia’s (your) blog partly because of “. . . . the obvious contradiction of a supposedly devout Christian writing about her sex life in graphic detail on the Internet.””

    Yet for some reason when Sunshine Mary does the same thing, it doesn’t ring any alarm bells. She talks about spankings, oral sex, and magical, mood changing semen, all the while holding herself out as a devout Christian. She is spouting eloquent prayers one minutes, then talking about @$$ spankings the next. Women who talk in such ways, sex (albeit less graphic than Matt/Virginia) and demure cussing (using asterisks/symbols when the mind is already bold enough to think it) sound like modern women braggin on all their carousel rides and being all bad ass(whoops, @$$), but of course, talking about sex bluntly is OK if you are a married, Christian woman.

  • I have to say too that there ARE women who write about domestic discipline. Vanessa (of the many aliases) used to write very bluntly about sex, and I have good reason to think she is indeed a woman. There are plenty of women who write about being spanked and comment on Christian BDSM sites. Lena (also of many aliases) wrote a lot about being spanked, and I have no reason to think she is a man.

    Kathy, whom I know personally here in Australia to be a woman, also writes bluntly of her sex life.

    Women are chameleons as Laura remarked.

    I thought Virginia was a bit too perfect if anything. And the book thing was odd. But I did not find “her” unbelievable.

  • TedWest

    I hope Dick-Girl and Butt-Boy gets made into a sitcom

  • I’ve been talking to SSM for over a year now, and I know she’s real.

    Do I comment on her site? No, too many annoying little bitch boys over there. Do I read every post? No, hardly any at all anymore. She seems to have gone a bit post crazy in the last few months. She’s still a cool chick to talk to, mainly in regards to good places to buy shoes and dresses. She has good taste.

    I don’t read any other women’s blogs. I used to read Stingray, but I leave reading the girl.blogs up to Mistress now. Well, i still read Tempest, but I’ve hung out with her many times and I’m also friends with her husband.

  • Mojo

    Top lel.

  • Nice troll. And I now understand why the twitter and facebook accounts are gone. Darn. .One less snark stream to mine.

    Did not know about the blog.

    And this, folks is why you should PAY GOOD MONEY TO PEOPLE WHO WRITE GOOD FICTION. They have to invent a whole stable of believable people in each and every novel.

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  • If I dismissed every site that has rung my alarm bells I would have few to read and would have learned nothing over the past few years. SSM may have rung a couple but I believe her intent to be good.

    I did not think the same of “Virginia’s” site.

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  • “I’ve been talking to SSM for over a year now, and I know she’s real.

    Do I comment on her site? No, too many annoying little bitch boys over there. Do I read every post? No, hardly any at all anymore. She seems to have gone a bit post crazy in the last few months. She’s still a cool chick to talk to, mainly in regards to good places to buy shoes and dresses. She has good taste.”

    I don’t doubt so much she is flesh and blood, but the legitimacy of her stories. Some say we should give Christians the benefit of the doubt, but those are the last people you should be giving the benefit to. Most are rather churchians who are pros at painting a pretty picture that is as fluffy as their mega-church. Being real should be even more troubling for Christian readers. The “I’m a good godly, homemaker” persona alternating between titillating sex talk and creative cursing sure sends mixed message of a how feminine, Christian woman should conduct herself. Of course, I do it all wrong, because I don’t show virtual cleavage, bat eyes, play coy, and work my feminine wiles and charm for all they are worth. Being analytical, slightly logical, not sharing personal life goop, and being anecdote heavy, gets you deemed as masculine.
    Should a happily married Christian woman be talking to stranger men online? I guess HHG must approve.
    Post crazy, yes. Where does the time come from when you allegedly have 4-5 children? Posting alone is time consuming, not to mention the countless comments, the tweeting, the ask fm, and commenting elsewhere. I truly think so many bloggers are bored, desperate housewives and if this is what their days are spent doing, they need to get a real job and it makes me re-evaluate my thoughts on career women. At least they are out in the world doing something constructive, not chatting it up with a swarm of beta flies.

  • “All you lady bloggers reading this article have no idea how good you have it. Even in the so-called “manosphere,” you can get twice the attention that men do even when you only work half as hard.”

    When I re-read this post, this truly has been a great social experiment. Manosphere sociology. Biggest take away is nothing is ever, ever going to change as long as there is a audience groveling puppy dogs, lapping up and clinging to every woman who tells a nice, feminine, submissive story, with titillation and perhaps a photo(while cooking in slut heels even better) thrown in for good measure.
    The comments on this post alone, which should be a leading story, is telling. Post something like this and 20 some comments, but be a honey pot and post for the umpteenth time on sluts and fatties and presto 300 comments.

    “As it turns out, my initial thesis was right: any woman, no matter how lackluster her writing ability, can get attention just by talking about sex.”

    Yes, the overarching theme of red pill women seems to be how you can make the ordinary into sextraordinary. Scrambling eggs for your man is just blah and oh so first and second waves of the “cult of domesticity”, what “real women” do is scramble eggs while wearing and thong and sucking him off at the same time.

  • Aaron

    I never read your troll site and it’s funny how men can’t help but looking for vicarious e-Girlfriends. But the really horrifying part is that all this reminds me that I kind of miss Sofiastry. 2009, springtime in manosphere, good times man.

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  • Will S.

    I was dubious of ‘Virginia’, but didn’t suspect you.

    Well-played.

  • Eric

    The skillful part was weaving in enough established themes from DD blogs to seem credible. There are intuitive alarm bells that detect a con or fraud, but there are also individual variety and the limits of stereotyping.

    “And the obvious contradiction of a supposedly devout Christian writing about her sex life in graphic detail on the Internet.”

    Is it an obvious contradiction? I’m not Christian, so I can only judge that so far. However, it seems to me that context matters and sex is not a taboo subject for Christian life instruction.

  • That is the reason why online gamers almost always use a
    FEMALE CHARACTER
    Other male players literally give out items and money seriously!

  • “The first is that women really do have it easier, even when blogging pseudonymously.”

    From this experiment, I don’t entirely see that. There’s blogging, and there is talking about sex. In the latter, you’re comparing female and male sexual power – there is no comparison. Even though female sexual power has effect even if a female blogger is writing about non-sexual things, there will be a lot less attention given. No revealing pics and not much sex talk, and you got yourself a pretty obscure blog (although orbiters might still appear now and then, I’ll give you that).

  • Haha! I should have read more that three posts and maybe I would have figured it out. I still liked your why couples should sleep naked post ;)

  • Eric

    darlingdoll: “I still liked your why couples should sleep naked post”

    That post made sense to me, too. So, what do we call a troll who speaks sensibly and says true things?

  • @Eric I have no idea, lol. Social experimentation aside, I have to say that I enjoy Matt’s writing regardless of the “form” it takes. This was a very clever ruse and since he’s outed himself I’ve gone back through and read the rest of “Virginia’s” posts. I didn’t care for a lot of them, but that was more subject matter as opposed to actual writing.

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  • Jim

    “I don’t doubt so much she is flesh and blood, but the legitimacy of her stories.”

    Your hunch is correct. SSM was outed as a liar some time ago. She claimed to be an upper middle class doctor’s wife in Ann Arbor. Turns out her husband is a nurse and she lives in a tiny house in a downscale, bars-on-the-window Ypsilanti hood. She used to be a speech therapist, but it appears full-time blogging is more rewarding. I assume there’s a lot more BS on her blog and don’t bother with chick bloggers anymore.

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  • budster

    I’m shitting my pants right now.

    [CensorBot sez: Shaddup.]

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  • This post was hilarious. :-D

  • armenia4ever

    Bloody brilliant when you think about it.

    By the way Matt, your writing style makes me foam with envy. It’s witty and entertaining. Keep it up.

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