Fanvue written thoughts from today. I’ve been all over the place with my health the past three days and the first ten days of February haven’t been anywhere near as productive as I’d have liked them to be. But I managed to sleep for most of the past 48 hours and I’m feeling better – though it is 3am as I write this long post … I started at midnight. So I’ve pasted the 3,000 words that I wrote on FanVue earlier tonight down below and now as sort of a prologue to the post I’m adding to it at the top here. Sometimes when I write – to get myself in the mood to do it because it takes …
In the heart of Bangkok, where shadows dance with the night, a dominatrix crafts her dominion. Born from the darkest corners of her past, she now controls with an iron will, her sessions a blend of fear and fantasy. Every touch is a story, every command a testament to her survival. Here, in her world, she’s not just untouchable; she’s the one who decides who falls, who rises, and this is the 75th word. And this part should now be the exciting part of the story. The part that is behind Patreon’s paywall on my blog page. So I’ll color this green. If this works, when I look at this from my phone, this part should be hidden. I’m …
“After fifteen years of mastering the art of influence and control, I’m finally pulling back the curtain on what really happened behind the scenes at my website. The truth about the illusions, the power struggles, and the ones you thought you knew will surprise you. This is a first in a series of my unfiltered account—written without restraint, so click on the attachment if you’ve ever wondered what it’s really like to navigate a world where perception is everything, you won’t want to miss this.”
Today, as an old family friend pulled up to say hello, I found myself doing a little mental exercise. He was wearing the same red shirt I last saw him in 10 years ago, riding the same rusty old motorbike with its sidecar. I imagined plucking him right out of this scene and dropping him into Bangkok traffic just to see how wildly out of place he’d look. Once I had that image clear in my mind—him looking utterly lost on Sukhumvit Road—I took it even further. I transported him to Times Square in New York City. This man has never truly seen traffic in his life. I asked him point-blank to describe the worst traffic jam he’d ever experienced, …
