Maybe it’s a hazard of my chosen profession but I’m beset by very intense fans. I’m not sure how other authors operate but I love my fans. I love hearing from you guys…hell, you all put up with me droning on about my life! Share your life with me. I like the familiarity we have, you guys have gotten me through some rough periods.

Nonetheless, I’m compelled to give general guidelines in dealing with me. These will save everyone from hurt feelings, tears and random discharge of urine (the reasons will become apparent as you read).




Chatting via Instant Messenger:

- I don’t chat unless I personally know the person…aka family and close friends

- I’m rarely on Messenger anyway. *shrugs*



Social Media Profiles (Facebook, MySpace):

- I’m rarely on MySpace so if you’ve sent a friend request and I haven’t accepted then shoot me a comment here on the site and I’ll log on.

- I have a Twitter account but don’t use it. I don’t get what the big deal is.

- I’m on Facebook at least once a day and I love hearing from readers so send me a request if you’d like.

- If you’ve sent a request and I haven’t accepted it then it’s probably one of the 300 in waiting (this is the hurt feelings bit). Shoot me an email and I’ll sort you out.

- Please don’t use the N-Word on my page. I will delete & block you…no exceptions.

- MALES: Please no cock shots or dirty talk. I’m HAPPILY married and no, you can’t have my phone number.

- FEMALES: You gals are cool, chat on!



Email Correspondence:

- Please refer to this News Flash if the email is pertaining to a story.

- Again, I love hearing from you guys, I check my emails daily. If you want to take something offline you know how to reach me.

- Don’t send multiple Kinky emails a day or I’ll bloody cry. If you have a cool story idea then one email will suffice but, for the love of God, please don’t describe what you want to do to me. I’m an erotic writer, nothing you can write will compare to what I’ve done in real life.



Meeting Me:

- If you see me in public please don’t stare at me. It freaks me out (this is the random discharge of urine bit). Come over and say hello, introduce yourself, chat a bit but please don’t stare. Sorry lady at Victoria Secret’s, you scared me. I’m still skittish when it comes to all of this...my nerves are bad! I'm not one of those show-boat authors who seek attention in public, I'll run!

- MALES: Please don’t touch me (this is the tears bit). Respect me the same way you’d expect a man to respect your mother. Beside, Greg will kill you….and get away with it.

- If I’m with the kids please keep it short. My family is very important to me and the little time I have to spend with them is precious, especially Clinton….he can be shy at first and unknown males scare the living shit out of him.
 
- If I'm with Greg (aka G-man, G-Dub, G-Money, 50Million or whatever other name the "G-Unit" has blessed him with) say hello. He doesn't bite. DO NOT encourage him to show his skills! Yes, I'm talking to you G-Unit!


Well that’s about it. I can’t think of anything else. Cheers!!!



**UPDATE**

Since this initial post I've received two 'testy' emails from male readers suggesting that I, Tracy Ames, should put up with the attention I receive from men because it comes with my profession (the verbiage has been changed to protect the stupid).

That's somewhat true. One has to learn to deal with pushy men (I use the word 'men' as a reference to gender in the broad scope. This in no way implies that I give credence to you actually having male genitals).

However there is a line that shouldn't be crossed. I'm not public domain. Above everything else I'm a wife and mother. Please pardon me if I'm wrong (which I fucking doubt) but how does my profession give anyone the right to disrespect me physically or verbally?

Anyway, I've said my peace.