Everybody in this city is on three of these at once, and so is everybody they are talking to. I did it for two years myself. What it produced was a permanent sense of being one tab among several, on both sides, and a set of conversations that were all roughly fourth in line. I now run one platform, deliberately, and I say so at the top of everything I write.
Thirty, Brooklyn, submissive, four years in. The decision was not about which model is best. It was that a person spread across four of them is not really present on any, and I would rather be genuinely findable in one place than technically available everywhere.
The cost is real and I will not pretend otherwise. My pool is a fraction of what it was. Two months went by in the spring with nothing at all in it. What I have instead is that when somebody does write, they get the whole of my attention, which turns out to be an unusual offer around here.
What I want is an ongoing arrangement rather than a run of evenings. Standing rules, a fixed rhythm, somebody who notices when I go quiet.
Not looking for anybody keeping five conversations warm and calling it realism. Not looking to be a tab. And not looking for anyone who will tell me I am limiting myself, because I know precisely what I am doing and what it costs.