Explicit Photo Clickathons Are a Boundary Issue

I just had a fun conversation with a man we’ll call Steve. He didn’t kick up any dust. He was a perfectly likable guy, so naturally I clicked into his profile to find out where this cute li’l stranger had come from. All I saw there was me. Me in his activity feed. Me as his sole follow, and me in his reading material. That was more “me” than I was comfortable with. There’s something unsettling about occupying that much space in a stranger’s head. If we’ve never met, I prefer you to dedicate one brain cell to my existence, and no more. I don’t want a million brain cells from a stranger.

Last night someone asked me what I thought about explicit photo clickathons. You know the type—he shows up out of nowhere and loves all five hundred and galeventy pictures in your album in one day. To me, that seems like a waste of SNL viewing time. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it suggests you’ve given me more than one brain cell, so I feel overcrowded.

Please don’t manspread all over someone’s explicit pictures until you’ve read the room - I mean profile. If they're benign journal posts, throw a click party by all means, but if you're engaging with explicit images, the etiquette differs. Does she welcome that kind of engagement? Or is she here for intellectual discourse about how much viewing time one should dedicate to SNL? These are two very different reasons to exist on Fet. Clicking pics is a one-way engagement generally sought by exhibitionists and Only Fans earners.

I know, I know. If you don’t want people to click on your images, don’t post them, but having an online presence ≠ having no boundaries. Far too many men defer to caveman logic the second they see a naked woman:

Haz photos of bewbs.
Must be slut.
Must drag back to cave.

Boundaries matter. Politeness matters. Brain cell allotment matters, even though she’s kinky.

Fetlifian women are respectable humans, too, and I’ve developed a sophisticated, cutting-edge technique for getting to know them.

My Uber Sophisticated, Cutting-Edge Technique for Getting to Know Women With Bewbs

Step One:

Introduce yourself.

That’s it. That’s my entire strategy. I know it’s a lot less complicated than clicking love on 5-million bewb pics, but it opens up the possibility of a two way engagement. Not everything merits an explicit clickathon. I’d much rather have a friendly “hello.”

I have a lovely Fetlifian friend who has decided I’m the only Fet friend he requires. He’s different from Steve, though, because he walked up to me and had a conversation like a straightforward human. He didn’t create a sketchy sock puppet. He developed a two-way relationship that merited more than one brain cell between us.

Your clicks might seem like nothing more than teeny pixelated hearts, but they have their own language. Five clicks are cute. 20 clicks are somewhat uncomfortable. 500 clicks are serial killer territory. Why not use my cutting-edge strategy and just have a two-way conversation? If you decide to give me a second brain cell after that, I won’t mind at all because I will have given you a few brain cells too.