So, it is the beginning of September, and the world is dancing on the edge of oblivion. In other words, another day in a lovely mess.

Last month, payment processors, egged on by psychotic puritans, forced game and media platforms to further censor explicit and marginalized content. Why? Because they feel they can, because the people pushing for this censorship are incapable of differentiating between fantasies and reality. Their belief systems make that evident, and they fear anything that challenges their paper-thin facade of propriety even while they’re jacking off to it.

For me, I watched artists struggle and strategize. I added a few more to my payment queue and regretted not moving to Silicon Valley in the early 2000s¹. I think there is a part of me that wishes I had billions just so I could bankroll all those small artists who are pushing the boundaries and having fun (this is also probably why I don’t have billions). So, I made a few angry phone calls, ranted a bit, and then I made this.

What is this? Fuck if I know.

I’m a lapsed writer by trade (tech being the other trade). I’m not particularly talented (at either trade), but I have storage space and I can type. My free time is limited, but no one has time these days. The world is burning, and we’re just holding on. If you want my opinion, that’s why they are coming after sex. It’s why those religious folks get all upset when us heathens start writhing and dancing and talking dirty. They can’t control it. They can’t stop desire, and sex and masturbation are the cheapest and easiest forms of instant pleasure and gratification out there - no money needed. Fantasies are easy to spin. My mind creates filth I would never post - even here. That is the point, sex, porn, erotica, they make life better. They make it fun and interesting. They help us connect (sometimes literally) with one another and allow us to explore ourselves free from the rules that others wish to force upon us. In short, this is the rebellion baby. It doesn’t look like you imagined and there is a lot more lube, but here we are fighting the good fight or whatever that is.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, this site. I am going to talk about media that I don’t talk about elsewhere. I am going to write poems and stories (because I am a pretentious little shit) that I wouldn’t post elsewhere. Maybe, and this something I have wanted to get back into for a while, I will even try to submit a few things. I also want to write some audio scripts. I considered performing, but that would be really pushing it. Let’s take small steps before I dive into the deep end.

So, yeah, I am writing and obviously this isn’t my main account. I am keeping things separate, but my voice is a bit distinct. If you read me in other places, you may recognize my style. Luckily, that isn’t a concern. I am no one to everyone. There is value, though, in keeping different spaces for different content. It also offers cover to those near me who may have to deal with the disapproval that comes from this type of work. If I claim no affiliation and keep this separate, then it is clear that I am speaking only for myself. I am. I am the only one here.

Well, except for you. <3