Ya see, Bis....the point of all of this is in the titles themselves.
When we start out, we're simply a registered user. (Hmmmm....kinda sounds like what I'd be if they made medicinal marijuana legal.) Not any big deal. But, hey, we got here and we're toking...ummmm, I mean POSTING away.
Then, we become a regular. (Gals, anyone else think of HS gym class on this one?) Once a month is a fair amount of posting and likely the average for some who've been regular for a longer period of time. (Puns intended.)
When we hit Master, we have arrived. We're more than just a regular. We actually have something to say. It doesn't matter that half of it doesn't make any sense! 😛
By the time we reach 1,000 posts, our brain is so full of tickling and the accompanying feathers that they have to rank us (or perhaps rank ON us) with various color feathers because....well.....we're now feather brains.
Even the colors have significance.
Red feather...still a bit hesitant to let anyone else know that they have a tickle fetish. They blush when they talk about it. Thus, the red. But, at least they're gaining some comfort discussing it here.
Orange feather...Orange you glad you stuck around? Now, you're hooked. It's no longer just about sharing a fetish. You're getting to know people and comfortable enough to carry one some conversation.
Yellow feather...This has great significance. When you reach this level, you must sit there with a catheter in because you're obviously not taking time out for anything but posting.
Green feather...Everyone is green with envy at your high ranking now. But, YOU? You're green because you've been so busy posting that you haven't eaten a real meal in weeks.
Blue feather...Now come on!!! You have to take a few moments every day or so to breathe! The lack of doing so shows in the rambling nature of current posts. Oxygen deprivation will do that to ya!
Nobody has exceeded blue so far. But, we know that one day it will happen. On that day, they say that the sun will be eclipsed by the belly grown sitting there in front of the computer, turning the sky a deep indigo color. It turns to a deeper violet as the tummy grows.
Finally, one day, the golden feather!...This will be proudly placed on your grave as we sing songs of your greatness and self giving. All ages will revere you for your contributions to the tickling forum.
So, you see, Bis? It's not all that bad. It's just a state of being. Welcome to the feathers!
Ann
(And NO, I wasn't stoned when I wrote this. Maybe I should have been! lol)