Dear DreamBook: The Days of Stickam & Drivemeinsane
Dear Dreambook,
I just watched a YouTube host confidently announce “The Queen of Myspace” like it’s a single crown, neatly polished, placed on one head, and sealed into internet history forever.
And I’m sitting here in my chair like,
Can you believe it?
I was there before the Top 8 was even a thing.
Before friendship became a scoreboard.
Before rearranging people felt like moving organs around.
They talk about that era like it was one clean story with one crowned name.
But Dreambook… it wasn’t like that.
There were queens. Plural.
Different thrones depending on what corner of the site you lived in.
Different empires, different glitter wars, different gods.
And no—it wasn’t Jeffree Star the way they’re trying to frame it in thumbnails like a tidy little myth. (That’s not shade. That’s just… accuracy.)
Back then it wasn’t about one person being famous.
It was about presence.
About who had gravity.
Who could post one blurry picture and the whole site would echo.
Who could change their layout and it felt like the weather changed.
Myspace wasn’t just a website.
It was a haunted mall with neon carpet.
A glittery warzone.
A place where you could be adored and devoured in the same scroll.
And it wasn’t just Myspace either,
it was the days of “stickam” and “drivemeinsane”,
when the internet felt smaller but sharper,
like every page was a doorway and every username was a mask you could fall in love with… or fear.
Late nights.
Glitchy video.
Visitor pages.
Guestbooks.
Proof that we were there, even if nobody believes us now.
I’m not nostalgic tonight.
I’m protective.
Those years are mine.
Those screens are mine.
That chaos was an adolescence—fanged, glittery, and alive.
So yeah. “Queen of Myspace.”
Dreambook, if anyone asks me, I’m going to tell the truth:
There wasn’t a single queen.
There was a court.
And I remember.
Current Location: In my chair
Current Mood: moody + slightly feral
Current Music: something dramatic, obviously
Tags: myspace, stickam, drivemeinsane, dreambook, internet ghosts, top 8 trauma, pastel goth life
xoxo ₊⁺✧