Until about an hour ago, I was purring with contentment, far from having existential anxieties, and now I come across this post. My existence as a Merbite suddenly changed. Gone were my tranquil certainties, a new reality imposed itself, shameful, almost slimy: I was what we call a lurker. In other words, a parasite, a fucking profiteer!
Imagine the shock. I’ve been a member of MERB since May 2013, which I discovered through an irrepressible rise of hormones at the time. What a great tool to curb my impulses and channel my testosterone. I found a community! Brothers! People like me, inhabited by the same ideal of a better world, a heavenly paradise of escorts with melodious curves, firm breasts and always deep throats.
So I began my career as a Merbite "tout-feu-tout-flamme", as motivated as naïve. One evening, after meeting a pretty little cutie who had put me back in touch with my immemorial instincts, I decided to take the plunge. I wanted to tell the world my ecstasy. I tried a first review, putting all my heart and all my authenticity into it. I hadn’t yet come down from the 9th cloud that I had touched a few hours earlier. Big mistake. I should’ve waited.
I was accused of shilling. Of advertising. Being a poodle for the little lady. I'll spare you all the qualifications I've been given. What a warm welcome! While I thought I was bringing a useful stone to the building of this caring community, I was being strongly rejected by those who had given themselves the right of life and death over my stammering prose. In short, my career as a reviewer was nipped in the bud. I was never going to be taken back there again.
So, for years, I came here very intermittently. Sometimes for months at a time. I would come here looking for useful information without asking for it. With all its content and knowing how to read between the lines, MERB allows you to get a good idea of what you're looking for. Did I feel like sharing my adventures afterwards? Out of respect for the community and for services rendered? No way! So that makes me a perfect representative of this cursed species that should be locked up in the rotten basement of the castle.
All this because some users would be more legitimate than others? As if anyone had a feudal right of first night on the escorts of Montreal and its region? And who decides who is who? And who is entitled to what, based on what criteria? Are we doing this based on the likelihood of the meeting? On the raw nature of the report? On the Merbite’s sweaty experience? On the intelligence of the subject? That would be nonsense!
MERB is no different from other social media. It exists through the community that is formed there in absolute numbers. The more it’s numerous, the more traffic there is, the more possibilities to monetize the site. The more there is also the possibility of creating content. This is the ABCs of the thing! Each hit is a contribution, each hit is a plus, each hit guarantees the future of the site. Each hit is subject to interaction, conversion, and action. Unless you want, for God knows what reason, to short-circuit this process, it’s not to MERB's advantage to do so.
I'm no less a user than anyone else. I'm no less a potential customer than anyone else. I’m not taking anything away from any member here. I don’t deprive anyone of anything I wouldn’t want to give. I’ve given a lot of money to a lot of girls, who have given me a lot of pleasure in return. All this because I used to visit the site when I needed to. It’s thanks to MERB that I have found amazing beauties. It's thanks to MERB that many of them find a clientele through their advertising, clients many of whom have never written or will never write a single fucking line! This interaction, added to all other similar ones, contributes to the survival of the site too.
Being a member does not give you any particular right, and certainly not any right of life or death over the legitimacy of other members. Being a member gives at most a privilege of access, which is valid as long as we respect the rules established by the site. This is why there are mods. When some people, because of a supposedly higher standard, try to take over the privilege of drawing lines between people, we enter the universe of the purity of "blood", a self-proclaimed censorship by the cerberus of the door. If that's it, I don't want to be part of that caste. I'd rather be a lurker and assume it on the fringe of all this thought police.
