Why I took a break from findom
Some of you may have noticed I took about six months off from all my social media, and from writing Findomme 101.
So, here's what happened:
First, you know I'm a stickler for security, and staying safe as a domme. I know some dommes are fine with divulging their real names and locations in their work, but I am not. I keep my domme life and vanilla life completely separate, other than for verification purposes on sites I feel I can trust.
So, I don't have mail regarding findom sent to my home address. I live in a small town in a very conservative state, across the street from a Baptist church. It's not exactly the kind of place where I feel comfortable flying my findom freak flag openly, but it's home for the moment, and I'm sort of stuck here for now.
Given all that, imagine my surprise when I received a piece of promotional mail at my home from TurboTax, addressed to “Findomme 101 on Sub”.
What in the chicken fried fuck?
I was not happy. I stared at that envelope for a long time, wondering how the heck that happened. I only use Findomme 101 on Substack, so it was pretty obvious that it was supposed to say “Findomme 101 on Substack”.
Did Substack sell my personal information? That seemed the most likely thing at the time, though it was confusing that neither Mistress Zynn nor my real name appeared on the promotional materials I was sent. I searched for any business connection between Substack and TurboTax (or Intuit, their parent company) or Stripe, the payment processor Substack uses. Nothing.
Regardless of who did what, I was now outed to my local post office, and to my regular mail carrier. And very, very uncomfortable about it.
I took a break from my findom social media accounts, and made an effort to be a little more cautious and aware of my surroundings for a bit.
Nothing happened. Nobody bothered me. Nothing addressed to anyone but the real me appeared in my mailbox.
OK. That happened. It was weird, and it took me months to feel safe enough to start up again. But better safe than sorry, right?
And now, it’s an illustration how someone like me, so aware of safety and always cautious, can easily be outed by some glitch in somebody’s system somewhere.
Be safe out there, dommes.