Please Read This During Your Next Shit

Instead of scrolling mindlessly

Ya'll, I think I fucked myself. And not in the way you're hoping to read about. But stick with me anyway.

I found a home on another writing platform back in 2021. It was the first time I truly felt at home. I was free to be myself in a sea of people like me, and it was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever experienced.

And then all those mother fuckers left.

They moved to (drum roll, pleaaassseee), ya guessed it, Substack. Right here, beloved.

I was like “Son of a BITCH, I don't want to start over.” But there were at least thirty-seven reasons to leave that place, so I did. I became a follower.

I brought my favorite pen, Lisa Frank notebook, and my little pack of neon Post-it notes, and I settled in on what we now call DA STACK (we do, right?).

I immediately loved the setup better. Here, you can post notes, send messages, and get to know your new friends on a different level. By posting notes and sharing a few photos or life situations, you can share more of yourself with your followers.

On the other platform, you couldn't even message someone. The only way to talk, really, was through comments on your writings.

Anyway, I couldn't find my place here for a while. The same stories that would get two thousand claps and fifty-four comments before were getting four likes here.

I got discouraged and nearly quit writing.

And then a friend said, “YO G. Ya gotta post memes too. If ya post the good memes, you get followers, and then you get readers.”

And I was like, “Shit yeah man. Who doesn't love memes?” I already had two thousand, one hundred and eighty-two stored on my phone. What a great idea.

So I started posting my filthy ass memes.

Fuck me to Elvis's grave and back, he was right. The followers came. That shit worked. And look, I do fucking love a good meme, just like the rest of you tortured, mind fucked souls.

But then I started to realize something. A substantial number of my followers like me for my memes, but they don't read my writing. They tag me in dirty memes and share them with me, and don't get me wrong—I love those memes and friendships.

But that little lightbulb went off in my skull, and it reminded me of what was so great about the first platform I wrote on. There wasn't any "scrolling" or tagging of posts. You just had to (gasp) read, and that's how you learned to love and appreciate someone. It was really simple, and there's something beautiful about that.

I'm known on Substack as Ginger the Meme Queen. I did that to myself, and it’s really fun! Thank you, all of you, for enjoying my stupid ass memes. The problem is that the memes are great, but I didn't create them. What I did create, though, the words that I wrote to share with you all, are just as good. Hopefully, sometimes, they're better, funnier, or even dirtier.

I'd like to take a step back to the basics and be known as I was before, not meme queen, but something like GC, the irreverent writer. Sounds good, right?

I want to be known for my writing, just as you want to be known for your art, musical abilities, or writing. Ya feel me?

So, if you are reading this, reading me for the first time, I'm shamelessly asking you to read more. Or listen to it. Whatever. I hope to convert some of my meme fans to GC fans. I promise you won’t be disappointed, and most of my stories are three-ish minutes long. That’s like a TikTok video. And I offer variety. I can be sweet, relatable, sad, dirty, and everything in between.

My loves… at my core, I'm just a midwestern mom, music lover, and chocolate fanatic who dreams of writing a best-seller one day. And I want you to help me do it.

*Some of my shit is behind a paywall simply because I don't want my kids or their friends to see it. If you want to read those, just send me a message or an email. I'll gladly gift you a lifetime subscription if you promise to save eight bucks to buy my book when it comes out.

I love you all, meme blasters, writers, and creative souls.

❤️🖤— GC

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If you need help with reading material, I’m here to blast your ass with some of my favs.

This one, which really isn’t about dicks at all:

This one, about my father:

Or this one, which is really just some bullshit: