How to Deal with Trolls

Author's note:

To any trolls,

Suck my dick.

To everyone else,

I've been going through a nasty bit of Executive Dysfunction recently and haven't been able to get any writing done. I'm hoping that a simple story about a woman screwing her father-in-law might break things free for me and allow me to get some more writing done. So here goes...

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Jim wasn't sure when things went south. He was good looking, still working out to keep the flab off. Married to a knockout of a woman he was madly in love with. Blonde, 36-24-36, blue eyes and sexy as hell. Even after giving him two children. Cars were paid off and the house was big and beautiful. Sex was good. So, why did he have this feeling that something was wrong?

He tried to make a point of talking to Karen regularly and she

seemed

to reciprocate. But he couldn't shake that feeling. It was a nagging feeling that simply yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah... I

think

that's far enough with that shit. So, this piece actually is about what the title says. And the first rule about trolls is: 1- They read the first paragraph and the last paragraph of any story. At the most! Many of them don't even do that. But Alllll of them read the comments section. Cause you gotta know who's beat you to the really good ridicule. :)

Now, to be clear. This post is

not

about how you talk to them. I like confrontation. But -you- are not me. So that may not be your thing. Which is fine. How you treat them in your comments section is your business. It's your story, it's your Comments Section. Do what works best for you. Just understand that no matter how you treat them, it will not affect your score. What I mean is that, you can't make it worse. They're going to tank your score as best they can no matter what you choose. So your treatment of them should be based on what

you

are most comfortable with.

I'd like to go ahead and get a few basics out of the way before we dig in. Just so we're all on the same page. Literotica is a site where people post stories for other people to read. I know it has other functions. But from my experience, and the experiences of my friends, that is its primary purpose. So there should be two categories of people here; Readers, who can be writers. And Writers, who

should

be readers. And that should be it. But it isn't. There is a third category here, mostly in the Loving Wives section, that neither Reads or Writes. Trolls. They simply comment. That is all they do. I guess another way to say it would be, there are three kinds of people on Literotica; Readers, Writers and Cyber Bullies.

Why am I writing this? Well mostly because I wasn't lying up top when I spoke about my Executive Dysfunction. My particular flavor of ADHD comes with a healthy dose of it. For those of you that don't know. Think of Executive Dysfunction as kind of like Depression. But without any of the self harm that tends to come along with Depression, for which I am EXTREMELY grateful. But it does suck. It's sort of like I want to be able to get up and do all of the shit I need to do. I just can't. So, I am hoping that by hammering out this post, it will help me to shake it off. So I can get back to doing all the shit I want to do.

The other reason I'm writing this is because someone needs to. I'm in communication with a few other writers. Back in the day we'd call em "Pen Pals." But I've noticed a few comments from them that showed me not everyone has noticed things about the Trolls that I've noticed.

I'll be writing to one of my fellow writers and ask how they're doing and get back, "

I'm fine but they're killing me in the Comments.

" But when I go check their Comments Section the only negative posts are from Trolls. To clarify, if you read the entire story and then post a bad comment, regardless of how good or bad you thought the story was? You - are -

not

- a - Troll. You're a Dick. Which as we all know is a perfectly legitimate thing to be.

So this post is about how to spot a Troll. And how little importance you should put into their opinions. You have to understand, these are internet bullies. They will IMPLY that they would have given you a better score, if only you had... OR "had not." But it's all bullshit. They'd have to have read your story for that to matter and THAT is something they simply refuse to do.

I mean, in my story "Phandalin 2" I posted it in

Loving Wives

instead of

Fantasy

, where it belongs. The number views are just far greater in LW than Fantasy. 🙂 But did the Trolls notice? Nope. Nothing but pissing a moaning about cheating sluts and how the system is geared to fuck men over in court. Ex-cep-t, it's a Dungeon and Dragons story. It barely fit into Loving Wives. And only because the last vignette involved a cheating wife. But the Trolls didn't know that until -

I

- commented about it. Then SUDDENLY all of the Trolls are D&D players and know all about the land of Faerun. Or how I should have posted it in Fantasy. Even though I explained at the beginning of chapter one why I was putting it in other genres. Of course their responses showed that they had NOT read Part 1 of the story.

And if you go to that story and check the comments you'll see, there were NO comments about it being in the wrong genre until AFTER I made them aware of it. To include the few idiots who ACTUALLY admitted they gave me a 1 Star but couldn't be bothered to read the story. Or the guy who told me I mispelled InCels when I called them that in my intro... I'm not sure he was bright enough to realise he just admitted to being one when he said that. I mean, what kind of a knuckle fuck goes out on a website based on fuckery and admits he hasn't ever been laid? Because he's too afraid to talk to girls?

Jesus wept. Anyway, my hope for this piece is that some of you who are Writers OR especially if you're a Reader who is thinking of writing but are afraid of the comments you might get? Hopefully this piece will help embolden you to go ahead and put yourself out there. Because the Trolls don't matter.

IF I'm right, the comments section of this piece will start off with a few shitty replies to my "suck my dick" comment at the beginning of this piece. We'll get a few comments about "Just another story about a cheating whore." We'll probably see what looks like a few well thought out comments about adultery. And since the last paragraph is going to make this look like it is an RAAC (Reconciliation At Any Cost) story, we'll get a few dipshits who will question my sexuality.

Could I be wrong? Sure I could. I don't think I am though. God, I hope I'm not. Or else I'm gonna be eating a mad amount of crow on this one. What I'd like from you, dear reader, is to abstain from any comments yourself. I'm gonna shut up and let the Trolls run with it and see what we get. I'd like you to do the same. And then, in a week, when the "New" tag falls off? We'll come back and see what we got. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. And I know you can't know this but, it's currently New years Eve here in Texas. So consider this my belated New years Eve gift to you. I hope things go the way I think they will and that this article helps you with your writing. God bless.

Sex, sex, sex. And Jim could not stop. The woman was on fire. The moment he thought they were done she'd climb back on top and start again. Through sheer willpower he managed to hang in there and keep driving into her. For her part Karen acted as if her very life depended on winning whatever sex competition this had turned into. Jim knew she'd never really been into hardcore fucking but tonmight made him think he had been wrong about that. Apparently he'd been wrong about a great many things.

Still, when they finally collapsed. Satiated. Jim looked over at his wife; her heavy breathing causing her breasts to rise and fall, the sheen of sweat that covered her body. He was truly happy that he had taken her back. Because she was worth it. At any cost.

The End?