Now "The Porn Files" wants to follow me on Twitter. Did they get my name from the Berlin Brothel?
I AM NOT A “sexy porn gerl” and other Twitter Mishaps
By Melodie Campbell
It started with the Berlin Brothel. Lord knows why a brothel in Berlin decided to
follow me on Twitter. I don’t live in
Berlin. I’ve never worked in a
brothel. Don’t think I’ve even typed
the word ‘brothel’ before now. I
certainly haven’t said it out loud.
Then some wag from Crime Writers of Canada
said: “Maybe they’ve read your first book Rowena Through the Wall. That’s it!
The girls who work there have to do something in their downtime.”
Let me do a cyberspace blush here. Okay, my first book is a little hot. “Hot and hilarious” as one reviewer put
it. But it’s not x-rated. It’s not even R, according to my daughter. (Husband has yet to read it. We’ve hidden it well.)
Then friend Alison said: “It’s a
brothel! Maybe your latest comedy, The Goddaughter, is required reading by
the owners.”
But back to Berlin. I didn’t follow them back.
Somehow, that didn’t matter. The word was out.
‘Amateurvids’ announced they were following
me. Good, I thought. I like nature films. Take it from me, this outfit doesn’t film
bunnies in the wild. Well, maybe a
certain type of wild bunny.
I didn’t follow them back.
Then ‘Dick Amateur’ showed up, wanting to
connect. Friend Gloria read a few of his posts and then said: “You at least
deserve a Pro.”
So I didn’t follow him back.
Next, I got “Swingersconnect” following
me. Swingers? I get sick on a tire hanging from a tree!
I didn’t follow them back.
Then two days ago, an outfit specializing
in ‘male penis enhancement’ turned up.
Now, I ask you. Do I look like a
male in my profile photo? Is Melodie a
male name? And not to be pedantic, but
isn’t ‘male’ in front of the p-word a bit redundant? Is there any other kind?
Which brings me to the tweet in my
twitter-box today: “Hey sexy porn gerl!”
(yes, that’s girl with an e). Let me
state categorically that I am not now and have never been a “sexy porn gerl”
(with an ‘e’ or any other vowel).
You wouldn’t want me to be. No one would.
For one thing, I can’t see two feet in front of me without glasses. Things that used to be perky now swing south.
And my back hurts if I bend over to pick up a grape.
So I’m not following them back.
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