I was really shocked when I logged on toMike South’s site and he was giving one last “adios”. I guess we all move on to other things. I, for instance, didn’t log onto his site nearly that much over the last few years because quite frankly, I don’t even know who is IN porn anymore. Yeah, boring story: grew up, got a real job and lost sight of a lot of the fun stuff.
I’m going to miss the fact that South just won’t be here like we’ve come to expect him to be over the years. He’s kind of like your favorite grandma. Always there. Always listening. Always willing to point out the many ways in which you’ve fucked up. (Sorry, grandma issues.) Life would throw him a curve ball and he’d be right back at it, reliable and steady.
I will miss the good old days of this site. I remember when Robert F. would slap South’s head on a penguin or a turkey gif and we’d laugh for hours. I remember when I razzed South endlessly over his “flavor of the week” (sometimes “hour”)–Quirky Love…ha! I remember beating him game after game of online Scrabble. (For someone so smart, he’s always playing those three letter words. Oy. Buy a dictionary.) I remember telling him I needed to pay him for hosting my site and he’d say, “forget it, it doesn’t cost that much…” which led to about five YEARS of me never paying him.
You presented me with a lot of great opportunities, Mike, and I, for one, will be forever grateful. I got to interview some of the best in the industry and out of the industry (MOM!) and you always encouraged me further. I got to meet your readers, who always welcomed me so graciously. Putting up a pink background when I went through my endometrial cancer surgery? Made me cry. Class acts all the way.
I had a FUN & FABULOUS time stalking you over the years. But seriously you did ask for it when you said, “do keep in touch” in your first email. I mean, what were you thinking there?! Never tell a woman to “keep in touch”. Hell, you might as well just give her the key to your condo. Which you did, btw, and thanks cuz I had a blast staying there when you went South (pun intended) to slaughter innocent marine life. I enjoyed schlepping my 16 offspring up and down the East Coast to hole up and write at your place. I remember well how your neighbors enjoyed that temporary influx of (damn) Yankees into their hood. (And once again, war’s over. WE WON.) I wish you and all your readers the VERY BEST!