Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

NaBloPoMo 2025, November 3.

I have an announcement to make.

Like many of you (well, all of you) I find it tiresome to watch my cell phone inbox fill up with spam every single day. I used to just answer the call, wait for it to connect, and then hang up. But that’s not always possible.

So I have decided to just let my inbox remain full. Problem solved. They can call me until the end of time, but there’s no room at the inn-box for them to pester me.

A side effect is that you cannot leave me a message. But if you are a person with whom I want to chat, you have my email/DM/PM/text, etc. You can totally reach me.

As a hard core Gen Xer, I want to go on the record saying I am not anti-voicemail like my niblings who wouldn’t navigate a Press 1/Press 2 situation if their life depended on it. Or might at the most say “It’s me. Call me back. Bye” followed by lots of fumbling sounds as they try desperately to disconnect from the voice mail maelstrom and return to their side of the Internet. There should be an emoji for that.

Normally, I would enjoy their generational discomfort with repressed smirks and at least one story about ye olden days of the telephones of my youth.

But, now I am the uncomfotable and annoyed one. So voicemail is gone. Send me a text. Don’t send me a text that reads “Your inbox is full.” I know. This is a public acknowledgment that I know. It is not a treatise on modern communication tools. I do not have any feelings at all about your voicemail choices.

I also do reserve the right to change my mind at any time.