Learned that a character I've been writing fanfiction for has had eyes all this time. This is the problem with writing for horrible abominations of flesh and iron. I still don't know if her love interest has eyes so I can't write them looking into each other's, and that's sad.

we as a society have been comparing cumming to death for way too long for fetishizing death to not be part of human nature.

Oh cool, I've caught up on the new internet sensation so I now I have context for all the porn that's being made out of it.

The context hasn't helped much.

Having a moment where I want to just...photograph someone. Capture all their beauty and uniqueness and vulnerability in stunning angles. And then shove their face in it until they're red from blushing.

There's power in observation and I do like to...observe.

I wasn't intending to talk this much about politics on here, but my first erotic story was about a corporation's lack of care leading to one of its employees getting exploited by a client, so I suppose it's fitting.

Spent five minutes figuring out if I could actually write a snippet of D/s erotica with a publicly traded company, but all the notable ones have horrific labor issues that kill the vibe.

Amazon *should* be collared and dominated by the working class, but only platonically.

Well, I suppose it's technically feasible to write someone getting into a steamy romance with Lyft. But even then, if you're going to seduce a publicly-traded company, you could do way better.

Now if we need something done, it's the gig economy or Amazon. You make connections with the company instead of the person.

It's not just crushing mankind's ability to bond with each other, it's less horny. You can write erotica about a man falling in lover with his chauffer, but not with Lyft.

Capitalism screwed up service as a concept.

We used to have households and communities. We used to have people who needed service and people who could provide service. Even the wealthy didn't just hire servants. They got retainers. They incorporated them into their estates.

-doms a trans girl by running her through a very heavy reverb filter-

I joke but I spent several weeks crafting some of the most excruciating torment I've ever put down in prose because the Sheoldred/Elesh shipping I put down earlier wasn't fucked up and twisted in the right way. C'est le métier.

A writer shapes the world. Reality is complicated; fiction more so. The writer captures a sliver of reality/fantasy and frame it in such a way that it can act back on the source material. A process of endless transformation.

So when you think about it, writing Elesh/Sheoldred fanfiction is praxis.