Don’t look for your Maine.
I left Tumblr in 2019. I still get emails from RVBKinfessions and log in once in a blue moon if there seems to be a backlog of unanswered asks, but I can’t be on this site long term.
I’m not Maine anymore. Siris either. Too painful to think about. I’d rather just forget I was ever either of them, or ever found anyone who shared my memories. I don’t engage with the kin community (for anything, not just RVB) or any fandoms anymore. I just stick to myself and my dog, and try to forget I was ever Maine, in this life or any other.
Sorry Theta. Sorry Delta, Gamma, Omega, and Niner, if any of you ever resurface. Hell, sorry to Sigma too, ‘cuz I remember you tried reaching out anonymously once or twice to apologize to me, and I wasn’t doing well mentally and couldn’t give you the answer you deserved.
Sorry everyone we (the “Memelancers”) never found. Sorry anyone who’s looking for the rest of your friends, but never found any of them because everyone who shares your memories can’t stand them. I don’t think any of us wants to remember anymore.
Don’t look for me anywhere else. Unless you miraculously run into me IRL and somehow recognize me post-transition, you’re not going to find me. Social media and engaging with fictionkin and fandom spaces wasn’t healthy for me. For my own sake, I won’t do it anymore. I’m happier, and healthier, staying away from it all and focusing on life outside of the internet.
Lina, North, Florida, Wash, and... Yeah, sure. York and CT too. I hope you’re doing well. I hope those of us that needed to change did, that we all grew up into better people than we were. I hope we’re all happy now.
- Maine
PS - I hope we can meet in another life. I hope we remember each other, and who we used to be, again. I hope, in that life, that we finally get it right. That none of us hurt each other again. I refuse to believe that we’re fated to keep doing this.
