The bar is open. BitchLove.com is live — and it’s not a landing page with a mailing-list box. It’s a working joint with rooms you can actually walk into.
Here’s what’s behind the door, and what it costs: nothing.
Say something
Cheap Shots is the wall. One line — the thing you wish you’d said, or the thing you did. In a bar it’s a drink; everywhere else it’s a low blow. Both work here. Nothing goes up until a human reads it, and you can sign it or stay anonymous.
The Question is the anonymous survey. No account, no email, no name. Answer, and watch the running tally of what the world actually thinks about love — the numbers move in front of you. Change your mind whenever you like.
Stick around
The blog — this. For when a line isn’t enough room.
#bitchlove on IRC — live chat, in your browser, nothing to install. Or point a real client at irc.bitchlove.com:6697 over TLS if you’re the type who has opinions about clients. You’re the type. It’s fine.
The Hunt — scavenger hunts. The first one starts at Bitch Creek, Idaho, which is a real place on real federal maps, named by French trappers who called it Anse de Biche — the doe — before American tongues made it ruder. There is no city called Bitch in America. This creek is as close as the map will admit, and it earned the name the hard way.
Get an account — free
Ask for one and you get:
- Your own mailbox —
you@bitchlove.com, with proper webmail. Not a forwarder. A real mailbox on a real mail server, signed and delivered. - Cloud storage — files, calendar, contacts, notes, photos, and a full office suite that edits Word and Excel documents in the browser. Syncs to your phone and your desktop.
- A registered handle in the channel, so nobody can take your name.
- One login for all of it — single sign-on across every room in the place.
It’s free. There’s no tier above it, no trial that ends, no card. Accounts aren’t automatic though — a person reads every request, and you’ll hear back.
And if it keeps up
There’s merch — tees, a hoodie, a real neon sign, etched rocks glasses, and matchbooks with a different Cheap Shot printed inside every flap. None of it exists yet. Nothing gets printed on a hunch: put your name against what you’d actually buy, and when something clears the line, it gets made. Whoever asked hears first.
Tough love, served neat. bitchlove.com
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