Early Bird Sneak Peek: “I Hate Boys”!

May 5, 2021

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Eager to Please”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “I Hate Boys” (MC MM RB)!

Caden has a little quirk that he doesn’t think of as quirky at all, but it’s giving him a lot of trouble when it comes to dating in San Francisco. See, he hates Revolution Technology’s newly ubiquitous sexbots, and every man he’s met has been all too eager to evangelize their virtues. Luckily, Tariq is willing to listen to his complaints. Here’s a taste:

Tariq nodded sympathetically, and Caden couldn’t help noticing that even his chin looked sexy. He wanted to run his pale fingers over the light brown skin, enjoying the feel of the other man’s sharply chiseled features… but patience was a virtue. He sat on his hands instead and listened. “That couldn’t have helped,” Tariq said thoughtfully, favoring Caden with a dazzling smile. “Nothing makes you sick of something faster than a whole crowd of people who can’t wait to tell you what you’re missing.”

Caden’s smile broadened as a wave of gratitude washed through him. “Exactly!” he said, nodding in relief at the thought of someone who finally understood. “Like, I already think the whole thing is borderline fucking creepy. How do all these sex robot fetishists think that swarming me with freaking ‘Join… Us…’ is going to help?” He winced a little inside at his own comment–he’d probably just come on way too strong just now. Even if Tariq didn’t have a Boy, he almost certainly had friends or exes or fuckbuddies who did. He might even have been to one of the ‘borgies’ that had become the latest sex party trend in San Francisco, although personally all Caden could picture when he saw that word was a bunch of pasty guys wearing smart glasses and nothing else.

Tariq didn’t seem dismayed, though. He just patted Caden warmly on the arm and said, “Creepy like how?” Normally that would have been a red flag to Caden–he’d been on too many dates where what started as ‘just a few questions’ about his dislike for the Boys turned into an agonizingly lengthy debate about the validity of his feelings. But he was already beginning to feel like he could relax around Tariq and share his emotions without getting shut down by the usual techbro intellectual arrogance he found in his current dating pool, and he only hoped that Tariq felt the same spark that he did.

Hope you enjoy it!

Is It Hypnosis? – Part Thirty-Three

May 2, 2021

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We appear to have caught up to 2017 in this little trip down Authenticity Avenue (it’s a cross-street to Memory Lane, just next to Electric Avenue but a little bit higher). It was kind of a tough time to be writing smut, if I’m honest – the world seemed so deadly serious back then, and writing sexy stories necessitated lifting that heavy bit of knowledge off and away so I could go somewhere that didn’t have a President Trump. Obviously, that got harder before it got easier, but we’re here to look at some stories and find out whether the hypnosis in them was ever plausible and ethical, and so let’s not take that side street right now. Let’s instead look at:

Head Games: I hate to admit it, because this is a very sweet and romantic story in its own way about an incredibly nice woman who’s really just tired of dropping hints to a really nice and extremely oblivious guy, but no, it’s not really probable as a hypnosis story. It’s not that I don’t think you could induce a light trance by just repeating hypnotic language in a soothing voice over and over again – it’s that I don’t think it would last very long, and I’m pretty sure the subject would snap out of it and apologize for zoning out rather than going deeper into the state that Ian reaches by the end.

Plus, obviously, covert hypnosis is never okay outside the realm of fantasy, and even though there was a time when the hypnokink community viewed the question, “Would you want this if you were awake?” as a useful way to access the conscious mind and determine intention, the current thinking is that it’s better to avoid any concerns by negotiating everything in advance (especially with a first-time subject or someone you don’t have an existing relationship with). Madison is doing something that’s only safe in a story, and that’s fine for everyone who loves the story but less fine if you tried to do it on a real game night. (Even though I’ve been tempted to make this game for my hypnokinky friends to play consensually with one another.)

Opal Mantra: Like pretty much every “sexy, charismatic stranger comes up to you and seduces/hypnotizes you into instant obedience before spiriting you off for naked fun times” story, this is a big fat nope. (Even though I totally want an opal ring like the one the hypnotist has in this story.) Nobody’s going to go so deep for a complete stranger in a public place that they’re going to totally shut down their critical thinking faculties and go along with big, permanent suggestions like a rewiring of the sexual orientation. It’s a good thing it’s impossible, because this is about as unethical as it gets, but the point is that it’s just never going to happen and trying is a good way to get deservedly slapped.

Up All Night: This one might, and I very much want to stress might, be possible… but not in anything like the time frame described. I think that maybe, theoretically, if someone relied on your hypnosis on a regular basis for sleep aid and stress relief, and you developed a bond of trust and intimacy with them that you very slowly and incrementally pushed into a sexual relationship (and I hope that description gives you a very good idea of why you should never do this), you might eventually get to the point where they were willing to submit to you sexually. I think it’s far more likely that they’d at some point realize what you were doing and wind up loathing you for the rest of their life, as they should, but this definitely falls into the “I’m not going to try to prove or disprove it” pile.

But to do it in a single night? That’s absolutely impossible.

Notepad: This one… hmm. On the one hand, it’s pretty clear that Sandy is a woman who’s very susceptible to hypnotic suggestions, and she’s also apparently open to jumping online and letting total strangers play with her mind in all sorts of ways that imply that she’s a lot more willing to accept programming than someone else in one of these stories might be. If she genuinely wants to be hypnotized and brainwashed, then it makes sense that it would work for her, especially if she has the kind of experience that she seems to.

On the other hand, we definitely see that she’s got some safety suggestions in place, as evidenced by the little anecdote about the guy who tried to get her to stop writing down his commands in her notebook. And the subconscious, while it’s very literal-minded, isn’t entirely unaware of context and nuance. If someone gave Sandy a suggestion to “read the screen and believe everything it says,” she’d be more likely to write down everything she read on the screen as part of the suggestion.

On the other other hand, the things that Kevin was telling her to do are deliberately vague, and it’s entirely possible that these were just some fun brainwashy play suggestions and part of the excitement was making her work to find out what was going on in the back of her head while she was hypnotized. And certainly it seems like Sandy is into that kind of slightly edgy play, which also kind of addresses the consent thing – she seems to want to give a lot more blanket consent than most people would when playing with strangers online. On the whole, I think it’s maybe possible so long as you don’t look too closely at how many times she’s reinforcing her own programming, and ethical as long as you assume she’s one of those rare people who kind of likes jumping without a parachute. (Sadly, I think most of them eventually run into one of those ‘stop writing’ guys and decide that it’s better to leave their needs unmet than deal with the possibility of running into another predator.)

Vacant Moan: This is another one that kind of falls into the realm of “facts not in evidence”. We don’t know how long it took for Rose and Nani to be sufficiently brainwashed to respond to these triggers, we don’t know what circumstances they were implanted under and even whether they’re truly non-consensual – it’s entirely possible that they’re in a lesbian polyamorous relationship that involves hypno-play that they enthusiastically consented to forgetting, and we’re only seeing it from their perspective. It’s possible to construct a reading where this is all just kinky fun and it’s entirely plausible kinky fun.

But it’s also possible to construct a reading where they’ve legitimately been brainwashed into doing this and then forgetting about it, which is a) obviously highly unethical and don’t even try, and b) probably not possible but we can’t really say because we don’t know enough about the circumstances in which it happened, and we’re certainly none of us about to check because see a). (I have an upcoming story, called “Sympathy for the Devil”, which is exactly about a hypnosis researcher who decides she needs to answer the question of just how far you can push someone sexually with hypnosis. Y’know. For science. But that’s its own ‘only acceptable in the realm of fantasy’ premise, to be discussed another day.)

And with that we’ve got our five stories and this installment is all done! Thanks for joining me, and I’ll see y’all back here in another week for another blog post!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Until the Real Thing Comes Along”!

April 28, 2021

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Lazy Confessions”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Until the Real Thing Comes Along” (MC MA)!

McKayla’s developed a very hot fetish for herself – she’s into erotic hypnosis and mind control. But she’s careful not to give herself away to just anyone… and here’s the story of what she does to satisfy her itch until she can find the perfect brainwasher to mindfuck her into blissful oblivion. Here’s a taste:

As McKayla resumed the movie, she realized that there were a whole room full of women, each one occupying a booth opposite one of the spinning discs. They all had blank expressions of rapt concentration on their faces, and each one was repeating a series of mantras that was apparently intended to turn them into… ‘Pleasure Units’? McKayla suddenly caught herself wishing that she’d been paying more attention to the movie. She hit record, hoping the cable box would pick up the parts she’d missed.

There wasn’t much more to the sequence–one of the bikini-clad women went under the spell of the hypnotic spiral, only to be rescued by the square-jawed spy who wasn’t nearly as interesting as the thing he stopped. McKayla rewound the scene and watched it again and again, absolutely fascinated by the tissue-thin veil of espionage action over a subtext that was blatantly, overtly sexual. She’d never really had that much of an interest in sex before, but suddenly she felt a surge of heat between her thighs that made her mahogany fingers dip into the waistband of her panties before she even realized she was doing it. Something about the idea of being influenced like that, of being made to feel desire awakened McKayla’s arousal as surely as if she was in one of the brainwashing booths herself.

Hope you enjoy it!

Liner Notes for April 2021

April 24, 2021

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As I write this, I’m feeling vaguely symptomatic after my second COVID vaccination, but I decided to go ahead and do my weekly blog now because I don’t know whether I’ll feel better or worse tomorrow and I really do want to keep my promises to all the people who do such a great job of supporting me when I write. But if this is a little bit looser than usual, I do apologize. (It doesn’t help that, as I’ve sometimes mentioned, these are stories I wrote about eighteen months ago.) But let’s give it a try, shall we?

Recurring Dream: This one obviously works in a number of my wheelhouses for brainwashing erotica – it’s about someone who thinks that they’re experiencing some form of deja vu or recurrent fantasy when they’re really re-experiencing the same set of incidents over and over again, it’s about someone who’s been programmed to be available for public use by a group of people who are in on the secret of her brainwashing, and it’s about someone who’s been conditioned to enjoy their own conditioning in a sort of ‘well, you define happiness, then!’ happy ending. It’s not surprising that as soon as I saw the title, I didn’t need to take it very far to come up with something I personally enjoyed writing, and hopefully y’all enjoyed reading it as well.

Happy Everafter in Your Eyes: At the time I wrote this, I’d just started a long-distance relationship with a new submissive, and while not everyone’s story is mine to tell, I don’t think anyone would mind me saying that the chemistry clicked very quickly. And so I was very much in the mood to tell a very romantic story about a long-distance, incredibly intense D/s relationship that involved heavy hypnosis and ethical brainwashing ending happily with a 24/7 lifestyle submission somewhere in a nice big house full of kinky people who accepted the protagonist for who she was and who she wanted to be. This title just sort of acted as a lightning rod to draw those feelings down, although I will say that none of the events in the story are based on anything real that happened.

You and Me Against the World: When I first embarked on the idea of doing a longer story arc of connected superhero stories, I will confess that I followed the lead of a lot of real-world comic book writers by launching the first story or two before I really had any idea who the sinister secret villain was going to be. I only knew that they were going to be someone who would unlock the secret potential of a number of different super villains who weren’t seen as major threats because they didn’t really realize everything they could do with their powers and abilities. (A trope which I first remember from a Roy Thomas issue of ‘Avengers West Coast’ where Hydro-Man went from being a jobber who couldn’t even handle Spidey to a dude who could wipe out the entire Avengers because he finally understood the properties of water.)

But as I wrote, it quickly became clear to me that I had to make the secret mastermind someone who had showed up before, because “It’s That Dude” simply wasn’t a very interesting denouement to a mystery. And when you look at all of the characters who might have the power to carry out a plan like this, Veena is really the only one who makes sense. She’s got overwhelming magical abilities, she’s enigmatic… sure, she calmed down the Broot and ended a big super-heroic beatdown in the Pacific Northwest, but she never said why she did it. And she clearly mind-controlled several other heroes at the end. That did mean retconning the mentions of a “he” in some stories, which I did here, but otherwise it fit very well. And of course it was another way to work Epiphany into a story without her immediately overpowering the narrative with her OP “cosmic destiny” tricks.

I have at this point finished the arc at least where my hard drive is concerned, with “The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny”, and you can expect two stories in between this one and that one that should make some of the people whose only complaint about my superhero tales is that the good guys always win very happy.

Undress Rehearsal: At this point in my life, I’ve spent a lot of time in a number of long-distance relationships, and there are two things that I’ve learned that prompted this story when I saw the title. One, a lot of the sexual side of the relationship involves sublimating that specific need for touch with a number of other ways to get your itch scratched, like phone calls and video calls and recordings and the like… and two, that first physical meeting is always fraught with a lot of nervous energy and incredibly intense sexual tension that usually winds up boiling over by the end of the first day. So the idea of ‘rehearsing’ a first meeting with a hypnokinky lover through the use of a brainwashing file felt very natural.

And there’s another month in the books! Join me next week for another blog post, and next month for another set of Liner Notes!

Character Bible: Epiphany

April 23, 2021

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Real Name: Ursula Shipton (may in fact be an alias)

Physical Appearance: 5’4″, 170 lb with long, dark curly hair, hazel eyes, and a Mediterranean complexion. When adventuring, she frequently wears a loose, dark gray sweater and a similarly colored pair of leggings that she refers to as her “costume”, but her mystic instincts often call her away from any number of situations and she’s often dressed in civilian clothing during her escapades.

History: Ursula Shipton began her life as an orphan, living rough on the streets of London and picking up the trade of a con artist from a number of local criminals who used her for scams that required a small child. She was a quick study, though, and by the time she was a teenager she had learned how to parlay her natural instincts for reading people into a career as a fraudulent medium. She found she had a knack for cold reading, and soon she wound up on the fringes of the world of the genuinely supernatural, living by her wits and picking up little tidbits of information on the realms of magic that she sold for money. She carefully cultivated a reputation as a sinister, esoteric sorcerer who was not to be trifled with.

Her reputation turned out to be her downfall, though, as she got hired by a rich collector of magical artifacts to join a crew of mystics seeking the legendary Well of Verthandi. Supposedly, the Well provided vast and unimaginable cosmic insights, but even though Ursula knew that magic was real, she assumed that she was simply separating an old man from his money by chasing down a myth–all expenses paid. She led the team on what she believed was a wild goose chase, but unbeknownst to her the immortal known as Veena was steering her “sorcerer’s intuition” straight to the actual Well. The Guardians of Verthandi destroyed most of the crew when they attempted to betray Ursula and take the power for themselves, and she wound up attuned to the cosmic insights on a deep, instinctive level.

Since then, she’s found herself compelled by the very axis of the cosmos to intervene for the forces of right and good. Despite a few token efforts to continue her life of crime, she’s settled in as a professor of folklore and alternative religions at a small college just outside of New Orleans, where she teaches by day and adventures by night.

Personality: Ursula is a wry, somewhat fatalistic woman who’s seen both the best and the worst that humanity has to offer, and who knows that in the end there’s a pattern and a purpose to all the unconnected events that stitch the human race together into a tapestry of fate despite the seeming ubiquity of coincidence. It’s left her remarkably sanguine about even the strangest and most dire circumstances, a degree of calm that frequently maddens other heroes who collaborate with her, but in the end everything she does seems to work out for the best.

Unique Abilities: Epiphany’s connection to the cosmic forces of destiny gives her an intuitive grasp of the consequences of all her actions, even the tiniest and most insignificant, and always steers her to the outcome most beneficial to humanity and the forces of good and light in the universe. Her abilities don’t give her any conscious understanding of the reasons for acting the way she does, but her unconscious mind can always tell when the course of action she’s taking is recommended by the Well of Verthandi. This has resulted in at least one situation where the Well was corrupted by the mystic known as the Dilettante, leading her to behave erratically, but the Well of Verthandi has its own defenses against that kind of intrusion and inevitably sets things to rights.

Epiphany is an expert in all things magical, mostly gained from experience among the street mages and denizens of the mystic underbelly of London, and while she has little ability to translate this theory into practice, she does know a few simple spells and understands the craft behind many more. She’s also an expert in the frauds and tricks perpetrated by those who pretend to have genuine magical power, and can spot a fake from a mile away.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Your Bedtime Story Is Scaring Everyone”!

April 22, 2021

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Undress Rehearsal”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Your Bedtime Story Is Scaring Everyone” (MC FF)!

Gemma’s the only sister at her sorority who never went to a slumber party as a kid, and her fellow students are determined to rectify that injustice. They’re going the full mile, complete with sleeping bags in the common room, hair braiding, pizza, John Cusack movies… and of course, scary stories in the dark. Here’s a taste:

It all started with Gemma, or at least that was what everyone thought until it was too late. The ostensible study session in the common room had devolved into a conversation about everyone’s worst slumber party experience, and just after Ami finished with hers (“and her mom came in with something she called ‘Better Than Pizza’, and it had this horrifying gluten-free crust and dyed tofu instead of pepperoni and the cheese tasted like, like congealed glue or something! And she wouldn’t leave until we all finished our slices”) and everyone looked over to Gemma to top it, she blushed fiercely and said, “I, um… I never went to a slumber party.”

A look of mingled horror and sympathy went around the room. “We moved around a lot growing up,” Gemma blurted into the silence, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares on her. “Dad was a regional manager for a big investment firm, and whenever someone else was underperforming, they sent in Dad for a year to whip things into shape. I think I went to something like eight schools in twelve years. It kind of made it hard to make friends.”

Everyone made clucks and murmurs of sympathy–even Annette, who lived in a small town outside of Paris until she was nineteen and whose only experience with slumber parties was the slow cultural infiltration of American movies and television throughout the entire world. “How sad,” she said softly, shaking her head at the tragedy of an American denied what she assumed was the most quintessential rite of passage for a young girl.

But it was Christine, one of the new freshman class, who immediately insisted on doing something about it. “Guys,” she said, “we have to have a slumber party. Tonight. Sleeping bags in the common room, popcorn and sappy Nora Ephron movies, braiding each other’s hair and telling each other’s fortunes, talking about cute boys… or, um, girls,” she added quickly, glancing over at Melanie with a slight blush. “All of it. The full slumber party experience.”

Hope you enjoy it!

MST3K Vs Hypnosis: “The Crawling Hand”!

April 18, 2021

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It’s been a while since I’ve talked about the various different forms of mind control that have popped up on Mystery Science Theater 3000, but since they’re in the middle of another Kickstarter they’re kind of on my mind again. And it occurred to me that I never did talk about the extremely weird, kind of surprisingly effective in its spookiness mind control in the Season One film, “The Crawling Hand”!

The film is mainly about two teenagers, which is not at all uncommon for an early 60s sci-fi/horror exploitation flick, and their interest in a wrecked space capsule that came down near their little beach down. Paul, a med student, finds the severed hand of the astronaut who piloted the capsule, and immediately begins acting strangely (to his girlfriend Donna’s great dismay). What neither of them know is that the space capsule was scuttled by NASA midway through re-entry when the pilot contacted them and warned that he was being taken over by a presence from space that compelled him to kill… and guess what, that presence is still animating the last remains of the pilot’s body.

Now, normally this would be just another one of those weird little “disembodied body part attacks people” movies that pops up from time to time as a sub-sub-sub-sub-sub genre of the general horror field, but in this case there’s kind of an interesting twist: In addition to animating itself and strangling people to death with its inhumanly strong grip, the titular crawling hand is also getting inside Paul’s head and rendering him increasingly subservient to its alien will. Peter Breck, the actor who plays Paul, is remarkably convincing in his portrayal of a tortured soul struggling with the compulsion to destroy the human race that’s slowly, inexorably being implanted into his brain, and although I don’t really think it counts as ‘sexy’ mind control, unless you and I have very different kinks, it’s a bit more intense and emotionally affecting than you usually get for something openly mocked by a guy and two puppets.

So if you want to see a hand brainwashing someone to kill, as well as doing a goodly amount of killing itself in a black-and-white, not-gory sort of way, check out “The Crawling Hand”! And maybe check out that Kickstarter, too, if you’re a fan of the show and want to see it go places again.

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “You Make Me Hot”!

April 14, 2021

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“You and Me Against the World”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “You Make Me Hot” (MC)!

Another in my series of gender-neutral hypnotic inductions, this one focuses on developing arousal in response to hypnotic prompts. It is intended for those who want to train their mind to experience arousal on command, and can also be found in audio form on my Patreon page. Here’s a taste:

“I’d like you to begin by creating a small, simple warmth inside your mind. You can picture it as a candle if you like, a simple white candle on a simple wooden table in an otherwise dark room. The flame is steady and even, burning brightly and cheerfully with that yellow-white flame that gives off such nice, soothing light, but if you look closely at it you can begin to see a shimmering flicker right around the edges. And that flicker contains other colors, beautiful colors that you begin to see as you focus your imagination on the candle in your head.

“That very outermost layer of the flame, the layer that shimmers and dances every time you try to fix your gaze on it and makes your eyes begin to get tired with the strain… you can see how that’s a beautiful warm orange, almost red. Perhaps if you look a little closer, stare right at the very edge of the flickering fire and let yourself notice nothing but the pretty candle in your mind, you can imagine seeing that true, deep red color. It looks like the color behind your eyelids when you let them sink shut, that lovely shade of carnal red that reminds you of pulsebeats and the quickening of your heart.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Parasol”!

April 7, 2021

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Happy Everafter in Your Eyes”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Parasol” (MC MF FD)!

After spending a couple of days in the company of the lovely (if forceful) Miriam, Ryan’s feeling a bit muddled about events. He has vague, confused memories of a lost umbrella, and later a very pretty hand-made parasol, but everything else seems to have vanished into a haze of befuddlement. Luckily, Miriam’s happy to explain everything to him. Here’s a taste:

Every panel was carefully embroidered with the most intricate of patterns, dozens of colors of thread cross-stitched through the fabric to create a blazing tableau of gorgeous blended hues. Ryan couldn’t pick out the details; his eyes kept crossing and uncrossing in an effort to follow the swirl of decorated needlework as it flowed past his vision in an unceasing, hypnotic kaleidoscope of beauty. But he could tell that they were there. The constant motion wouldn’t have seemed so smooth and captivating if not for all of the diligent work that Miriam had done to seamlessly integrate each gradation of dyed floss into the next. Just laying it all out on paper must have taken weeks.

Ryan didn’t know what had happened to Miriam. He was sure she was around somewhere; it was her hotel room, after all, and he could still hear her calm, implacable voice saying… saying… saying something to him. Something important. Something very very important that he didn’t need to think about or remember right now. He knew he needed to listen to each and every word, because he was a good boy and good boys paid attention and did what they were told, but he also knew that he could let all the details swirl away into the pretty colors that danced past his blank, glassy eyes and swept his thoughts along with them. That was the right thing for a good boy to do.

Hope you enjoy it!

A Brief Update on the Current State of Affairs

April 4, 2021

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I’ve been getting a few questions about this, and I’m assuming that for every one person who asks there are probably ten more who want to know and another twenty who haven’t yet noticed, so: Yes. My Tumblr account has been terminated. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, and I’m hopeful that I’ll get reinstated once I can talk to someone on the support staff, but I don’t know that for certain and I’m currently in a frustrating period of uncertainty about the outcome.

I don’t know why I’ve been deleted; erotica isn’t against the Terms of Service, but the previous times they pulled my blog it was for things that aren’t spelled out as violations in the TOS. The first time was for linking to my mirror site on BDSMlr.com (which remains active and will continue to post for the foreseeable future) and the second time it was for simply mentioning that my mirror site actually existed, which leads me to believe that there may just possibly be some other antipathy involved that they’re not telling me about.

(Possibly because I referred to the site as “a garbage fire of wildly inaccurate attempts at censorship”? Who can really say.)

If I can get the account back, I absolutely will; I’ve done a lot of thinking about my complex relationship with Tumblr over the years, and I keep coming back to the idea that there’s a lot of benefit to be had in being able to reach out to an audience that can have an ostensibly vanilla presence while still exploring their kink identity. I think a lot of people are nervous about going to an overtly kinky site, certainly about making an account for one, and I believe that there are folks out there who are really grateful to be able to sneak in a peek at the kinky shit they’re discovering they’re into without having to announce themselves as fetishists.

If I can’t get the site back… well, I’ll be frustrated, lord knows I’ve put six-plus years and a lot of work into curating my 15,000 followers… but I’ve also got BDSMlr, which will continue to host my daily flash fiction, and I may find other places to host as well. Read-Only Mind doesn’t seem to have a minimum length, and I could always package them up in larger chunks to send to Simon. Or I could maybe put it into some sort of epub format for those willing to pay a buck or two for a package of shorter works. We’ll see. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.

And I do always have the option of creating a new Tumblr account, although it probably violates the TOS to make an account after being banned and I can’t imagine it would be particularly comfortable having that hanging over my head. However it plays out, sadly, this is just part of living in the world of adult content on the Internet. No matter how hard you try to follow the rules, there are some people who are always trying to sweep you further into the shadows.