My Big, Black Cock: 2000-2014

Posted in My Big, Black Cock. on January 2nd, 2014 by Scott Crawford

01/04/17 Update:

People of Earth,

I’ve stuck to my guns about leaving the site, and all that was on it, up for 3 years now, perhaps as a cautionary tale, perhaps because I was resistant to self-censorship or most other types of censorship. What I ended up deciding recently was, that, while I would never deny things I wrote, said or thought when I was younger and had less empathy laying around, I also don’t want someone who’s currently in that state coming across something from this site, without context, and deciding it’s the greatest idea anyone’s ever had, when I feel very differently about a lot of what’s been said here over the years. I know who I was, and I’d never seek to bullshit anyone about who or what that was, or deny the things that person got wrong. On the other hand, I’m not really jazzed about continuing to put the ideas of younger, not-quite-as-wise me out into the world, where people can identify and empathize with it, without knowing that I might not still do so, or knowing where I stand on these things now. Yeah, I got some stuff right, but plenty of it was seriously cringeworthy, too. So, I’ve taken everything down but this final message, for now. What I’m going to do from here is to review everything posted to this site, all 1321 posts made by various authors, most of them me, over the next few months, and decide what stays and what goes from there. If I’m still of the mind that something’s worth reading, seeing or hearing moving forward, it’ll either re-appear here, or at www.scottcrawford.org.

I hope that you’re all doing well.

-S

*****

01/02/14:

People of Earth,

This will more than likely be the last full post on My Big, Black Cock. For a while now, I’ve been trying to think of a way to give this site a proper send-off, but given that we’re talking about My Big, Black Cock, the question of what “proper” has to do with anything should certainly be asked, and it probably just answered itself.

Why I’m closing up shop here: I feel like this site’s been a walking corpse for a long time. I just looked through the site’s archives, and it stopped resembling the site I moved to in 2000 and enjoyed working on for close to a decade about 4 years ago, right around the end of ’09. I’m sure you’ve all noticed. I got a little bit of second wind in 2012, but then Sandy happened, and that was that. I’ve got another anecdote for you that should also serve to further illustrate my point: when I did the 2013 New York Marathon report back in November, I quit writing it about 90 minutes before the end of the television coverage, because the television coverage of an event that is one of my great loves, one of the site’s cornerstone events and one of my life’s ambitions to participate in was making me really, really angry. It was atrocious, post-9/11, pro-surveillance state, fear-mongering propaganda, rather than the story of 40,000 folks trying to complete a race, and watching it was breaking my heart. So, I stopped, and went for a walk instead. What I didn’t realize at the time is that, 2 hours before I stopped writing it, I had made an HTML error that not only made the past 2 hours’ updates unreadable, but also broke the layout of my site. If you’re wondering when I found this error (which no one found or pointed out to me), it was 6 weeks later. I think I’d call that “time to quit”.

What I’m not doing: I will not be taking this site down upon closing. There’s a lot of what’s up here that’s really not relevant to who I am these days, and like anything a writer’s written in the past, plenty of it makes me cringe, but there’s also plenty to be proud of here, and I also have a personal, vested interest in not living in denial of my past life, even if I’m at odds with some of it in the present. This site and its domain name will remain here for the forseeable future, unless I’m suddenly unable to afford the domain for some reason or get an amazing financial offer for it. I will also be continuing to receive email at suck@mybigblackcock.com for as long as I own this domain (and mail forwarding service for any of you with mybigblackcock.com addresses will also continue for as long as I’ve got the domain). If it turns out that I do get an offer on the domain, or am unable to continue paying for it, I will be moving the content from this site elsewhere.

“What now?”: I did just mention an “elsewhere”…

www.scottcrawford.org

I’ve had this domain for a while, and have mostly been using it as a portfolio site, but I’ll be moving there full-time as of today. My writing will appear there. If I have to move any of my other sites away from the domains where they currently reside, including this one, I’ll be moving them there.

“But what about all of the My Big, Black Cock traditions like Motherfucker Day, the marathon, telling Hallmark to go fuck itself annually and so forth?”: the marathon, I won’t be writing about again until I’m a participant. I’ve got a gym membership now, I’m in the best health a nearly-40-year-old, overweight guy with arthritis can be prior to beginning training, and I’ll be working at it. I can’t watch it on television anymore, given the appalling, whores-for-the-state condition network TV is in. Motherfucker Day and me telling off Hallmark and DeBeers will undoubtedly make the jump to the new site, so don’t you worry about those.

And I think that’s basically it as far as formal site business goes.

Thank you all for every second of the support you’ve given this site in the 13+ years that I’ve been writing here. As a stand-up comedian, whose name sadly escapes me (please refresh my memory if you know it, as he deserves the credit for the line), once said, “You make a fat guy want to find his dick.” Be well, and don’t take shit from anybody.

-S

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