In this post I talk about calling my followers Fvckers. I explored what famous celebrities call their faithful fans or in some cases – what they call themselves.
I learned last week while reading Julie & Julia, that Julie called her followers bleeders. Perhaps the reference was to all the animals that found their way to her oven over the course of 365 days? Or maybe, it’s a reference to bleeding hearts?
Anyway, so why Fvckers? As stated back in November, I meant the term in the sincerest of ways not ‘You’re a bunch of fvckers.’ I mean, that’s no way to start a relationship.
The site title came about from me thinking “What do I have to lose?” I’m almost 50, I haven’t truly reached for those childhood dreams of being a famous writer, although there are tens of thousands of words floating around the interwebs, on harddrives, journals, notepads, and piles of foolscap paper. Get down to it already. Fvck.
So when I call you my fvckers, it’s because some of you are on this journey of fvcks with me, and others are also out there saying “What the fvck” to their own creative dreams.
What do we fvckers have to lose? We’re in this together and if there are no book deals or movie scripts in the end, we will have had a few goddamn laughs along the way and a hell of a lot of words to show for it. We have to keep that Wayback Machine busy after all.
I mean it could be worse. We could be sharing pics of one another’s junk.
It is great to be balls-deep in a big writing project like this either way. Pun intended.
Don’t get all teste on me. There’s only room enough for one prick on this project.