Well Ridge et al, here’s the scoop regarding DQ.
So some of you may have read the news, Steph Shaw of Much Ado is apparently Staci Cole, some American pseudo-celeb on MySpace or some such website. Or at least the photos are. Who the blogger so many of us read and admired truly is I can't even guess. More than that, I can't ask her, because the only contact information that I had for her no longer works. She's either blocked me or else shut down the account.
So since some of you expressed interest in how I would react, all I can say at this point is that I feel as if a close friend has died. I am beyond devasted. I do not know what more to say because I have not fully processed my own feelings yet. I am numb, like when something hits you extremely hard and the pain takes a second or two to fully blast your brain with impulses of agony. You know the pain is coming, but all you can do is wait for it to arrive. For five years I thought she was a friend.
I am upset that I was so loyal to her that I withheld my friendship from people who were friendly to me, but who were, for various reasons, on Steph's bad side. I am upset that I was briefly friends with Fingers, but lost that friendship because of drama relating to photos of Steph that I never saw, and which have turned out not to even be Steph.
I am upset that I rejected the friendship of some guy in Greece, Canis Lupus, because he had apparently been involved in a late-night drunken conversation with her via the internet in which she revealed something of some great embarassment to Steph, and so she insisted that I never talk to him. I thought I was being a good friend by complying with her wishes. Now I wonder what it was that he knew. Did he know the truth, or was it something else?
I am upset that it wasn't even the real Steph who blocked me on Facebook, as if it would have made any difference whatever since nothing in that account was real in the first place.
I am upset because I kept every single promise to her, like a good little puppy dog, and all the while none of it mattered because it was false.
And I am upset because I want to talk to her, to ask "what was real and what was just you jerking me around?" I want to ask, "were you ever my friend?"
I think I have a right to ask that, even if the answer is probably going to hurt.
stevenjones.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wonder-how-memphis-steve-will-react.htmlCue the pandemonium.
Memphis, go have a wank you idiot. When I think of the fun I could have had with you but she wouldn't let me.
Fuck!!!!
Kylie is such a fine young woman. I do hope the best for her career, she'll go along way I'm sure.
To those who feel mortally wounded at the revelation, I apologise.
As for who I am and what I look like- I look like who ever you want me to, and I’m just another twat tapping out crap on the intarwebs.
Comments above are not from Memphis Steve's blog, they're from down below.
whineguide.blogspot.com/2010/08/gosh-its-been-great-having-worlds.htmlWhat a load of hooey.
Once again, DQ lives up to her namesake. In fact, her blog is back online but is "invite only". Does the soap opera end in this twisted society?