gonna be earnest for a minute, itâs about that time I ran a straight-up porn blog on here
(this is gonna be shameful as all hell, and itâs gonna talk about being a fucking mess pants-wise if you know what I mean (I mean itâs in part a story about my sad boners))
so, itâs mid-2014, Iâm 22, and a whole bunch of people I know keep tweeting about a game called DMMd, itâs about these hot cyberpunk twinks wearing nothing but aprons and gasmasks, and sometimes also fucking each other in the ass, thereâs probably other stuff, Iâm not good at following stuff, the asses were very well sculpted, and, because it had light BDSM elements as well as cyberpunk, it felt to an extent tailor-made to a whole lot of my obsessions at the time
and it made me wanna crank it, so I did
this was new, Iâd never been horny for fake men before, and, well, it brought on a lot of questioning my own identity, with a specific question being: âwould you want to fuck chris evans?â the answer turned out to be a resounding âhell fucking yeahâ, and so here I was, attracted to men but still also attracted to women, whatever those ideas meant
in quick and dirty language-based math, I was heterosexual plus homosexual, and that equaled bisexual, which is still how I explain it to this day, I donât know, maybe itâs weird, itâs an island of language I settled on, who gives a fuck, the important thing is Iâm bi, fuck off
anyways, in addition to being bi, Iâm also fat, ugly, and an introvert, which makes dating pretty hard (especially the part where I donât leave the house and I donât meet people, I mean, law of large numbers, thereâs gotta be someone out there that finds me hot)
this was kind of a huge problem, because while itâs all well and good to say youâre bi online, there wasnât really a place in the tangible world where I could practice being attracted to men, there isnât really a way to do that when youâre not dating anyone in the first place, itâs just kinda there and you have to take it on faith that itâs still gonna be there every day, Iâd spent 22 years just being straight (or just good at denial) because society just made it so fucking easy not to question it, and now, here I was, questioning it
and that led me to what I now believe to be a fairly common experience: Bi Imposter Syndrome, a constant nagging feeling that I wasnât being bi enough, or in the right way, that I was just looking for another way in which to be fucked up in the head, trying to rationalize my falling out with shitty friends in terms of identity-based rejection, and look, while I was too cowardly for the suicide attempt (a life-saver, that), I sure as shit had the thoughts, always, in really loud ways
but then there was tumblr, and, very important for the purpose of this story, there was the porn: incredible quantities of it, from many incredible people, artists, curators, people adjacent to the whole mess. high quality shit, from this, an era where, because everyone can do porn, people have to do porn really fucking well to stand out (or have a really beautiful dick shout-out to mickey mod)
so I found myself liking a LOT of porn on tumblr, like, not as much as I was seeing, obviously, but, a lot of really hot shit, stuff that made me dry-heave or feel it hard in a way thatâs complicated to understand, maybe not Tex Avery Wolf shit, but like, pretty close? like, whatever inspired that, YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHAT IâM TALKING ABOUT, ITâS AN EXPERIENCE YOU CAN HAVE YOURSELF
and then I found myself liking so much goddamn porn on this hell-forsaken website that the thought came up of putting it all together in blog form and sharing it with the world, Iâd only share the link with really close friends but Iâd make no real attempt at hiding it, itâd be there, Iâd say itâs there, and whatever happened happened, it would be a genuine repository of people and pictures I thought were hot
putting it together was a really cool process, except for the part where tumblrâs queue system fucking sucked and whatever was in the queue was going out no matter what, you couldnât fucking pause it, you couldnât fucking specify at which end of the queue youâd like to put the posts you added so I had to grab something off of XKit in order to shuffle the queue any time I added anything so as to have the older stuff come up, no one really gave a shit (out of 83 follows Iâm about certain that only 4 arenât bots), but it didnât really matter
what mattered was the process itself; what mattered was being out there, the process of turning âI think these hunks and these hotties are hella fineâ into something real, something existing outside my head, a proof out there in the world that I was a genuine 100% ugly bi mess, and fuck you, this is real, this is happening
anyways, today in their shitty cloying blogpost trying to explain why theyâre removing any and all porn from their terrible fucking attempt at monetizing us, tumblr said that they wanted their site to be âa safe place for self-discoveryâ
yeah, well, sometimes self-discovery is saying out loud what youâre into, in the most explicit terms possible, and maybe itâs fucking idiotic as all hell to take that away JUST MY TWO CENTS
and finally, Iâm reposting this in full, not even as a link, so yâall get why I absolutely think this is bullshit! fuck off forever, tumblr! fuck off forever, oath! fuck off forever, verizon or whomstever! itâs been real cool bringing you absolutely no financial gain whatsoever!
















