Hey, rage monsters.
When I started this thing, many of you eagerly told me that you had plenty of fodder and that you’d love to have an anonymous place to write your own Dear Fuckers ragepost. I have that place for you, right here on the DF playground.
So if you want to write your own and be part of the anonymous slate of DF contributors, here are the guidelines and rules.
No names, dates, places, or other identifiable details. This is NOT a place to publicly drag or put someone on blast. The whole point is more like yelling into your pillow at night, but with the satisfaction of knowing other people get to read it and commiserate about the things that drive us crazy. But we’re not gonna turn this into a nightmare for me with people and companies emailing me demanding to know who accused them of something.
Writing fucking matters here. Yes, it’s a site for rageposts and sweary rants and raves, but part of the fun of doing a newsletter is to make something people actually like and want to read. So part of my criteria (and it’s my newsletter so I get to make the rules) is that you have to actually write. If you want to just pop off without putting any thought into how you do it or whether anyone wants to read it, this probably isn’t the place to do it.
That said, I reserve the right to make light edits to your submissions for clarity and to make sure it adheres to Rule #1. If you want me to also suggest stylistic edits, I’m happy to do that too while working to preserve the original awesomeness and angst of your post.
Your submissions can be serious, funny, heavy or totally petty, I don’t care. But remember Rules 1 and 2.
You need at least one image to go at the top of your post. Easy places to source that are Unsplash or Canva or DepositPhotos. Please include photo credits for any free or open-source images you use.
Send your submissions to submissions@dearfuckers.com. You can send in the email itself, a doc attachment, or a link to a cloud file in GDocs or whatever. Please make sure you include URLs for any links.
Yes, when you submit, I’ll know who you are. I solemnly swear on this stack of Chips Ahoy packages (so you know it’s serious) that I’m not going to ever out who you are or what you wrote. That’s not the intent of this site so you have to decide whether or not you trust me. I need to be able to communicate with you re: publication date, edits, or any questions I have about your post. You can also set up an anonymous email account if you want to do that work. Knock yourself out.
I’ll schedule posts into the rotation depending on the order in which I receive them and interspersing them with my own posts. When you submit, I’ll let you know your likely publication date (we post on Fridays) and send you the link when it’s up and live.
Any questions? Ideas? Concerns? Let me know. I have more than enough of my own frustration and rage to probably power this thing until 2024 so if you’d rather just read and not write, that’s great too.
But sometimes drinking ourselves into a nightly stupor isn’t an option and manslaughter is usually frowned upon, so you might like to have an outlet for the things that vex you on the daily. I’m here for you. Like a den mother with a really, really bad fucking attitude problem.
Anyway, I’ve been having fun with this little side project and so far the feedback has been fun, encouraging, and hilarious. So if you’re reading and enjoying, I’d love it if you’d share with your friends so we can grow our, uh, community? We’ll go with that. Because I get all my validation from external measures like email subscribers and I’m feeling the need to bolster my ego. You’ll do that for me, right? I even made a button for you.
Looking forward to reading what you come up with and what makes you rage. I know you’ve got it in you. And it beats the shit out of pretending that Pilates is a suitable outlet for the shitshow that is adult life.
With love and angst,
Amber
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