Image via SM Magazine, circa 1970s; illustration by Namio Harukawa
February 18th, 2025 – What Do We Do Now?
My fellow wretched Americans, where do we go from here? Social media is being monopolized, eroticism is being not only frowned upon but nearly criminalized, and we have ugly, fascistic, oligarchic losers decimating what little our country had left. I attempt to post the usual disgusting smut du jour that I’ve discovered through a recent art book exploration or found on an old hard drive, and I am immediately censored. My Instagram account is being attacked once again by the powers that be, the powers that look like overgrown high school nerds parading themselves as nouveau jocks. Is there any harm in me sharing something I find evocative and interesting? Or are we being forced to play nice online as our rights are being stripped away from us?
I suppose the only way to combat such bigoted, smallminded censorship is to find different ways to tiptoe around these censors, to be strategic, but what is even the motivation with that?
My fellow wretched Americans, where do we go from here? Social media is being monopolized, eroticism is being not only frowned upon but nearly criminalized, and we have ugly, fascistic, oligarchic losers decimating what little our country had left. I attempt to post the usual disgusting smut du jour that I’ve discovered through a recent art book exploration or found on an old hard drive, and I am immediately censored. My Instagram account is being attacked once again by the powers that be, the powers that look like overgrown high school nerds parading themselves as nouveau jocks. Is there any harm in me sharing something I find evocative and interesting? Or are we being forced to play nice online as our rights are being stripped away from us?
I suppose the only way to combat such bigoted, smallminded censorship is to find different ways to tiptoe around these censors, to be strategic, but what is even the motivation with that?
Image from unknown fetish magazine, circa 1970s
August 11th, 2024 - A New Beginning
After a decade of battling my own heart, burying perverted curiosity under irrevocable acts of self-hatred, I have finally embraced the salacious soul that I have been given.
Perversity isn't something to be inherently proud of– it is more about accepting what I am naturally drawn to and combatting any shame by using erotic passion as an outlet for something greater.
WE EXIST IN A WORLD OF TOTAL WOE. It is far bolder to align yourself with what is true in your heart than succumb to normalcy out of the fear of societal judgment. This realization will only push us towards the best version of ourselves.
Pink Noises Vol. I is a brief collection of found pornography, brief conversations with an anonymous voyeur, as well as some personal writings based in an ambiguous blend of reality and fiction. While I have kept this first volume brief, I intend to extend my sexual experiences, musings, and fantasies into more direct and involved mediums. This is, as previously stated, a new beginning.
While this is not my primary occupation and practice, it is an extension of myself that is far more passionate than one may think. I find that engaging with people in erotic discussions has brought me closer to their own hearts, and that is all the more encouraging for me to push further into the deliciously disgusting.
Thank you for being a freak.
After a decade of battling my own heart, burying perverted curiosity under irrevocable acts of self-hatred, I have finally embraced the salacious soul that I have been given.
Perversity isn't something to be inherently proud of– it is more about accepting what I am naturally drawn to and combatting any shame by using erotic passion as an outlet for something greater.
WE EXIST IN A WORLD OF TOTAL WOE. It is far bolder to align yourself with what is true in your heart than succumb to normalcy out of the fear of societal judgment. This realization will only push us towards the best version of ourselves.
Pink Noises Vol. I is a brief collection of found pornography, brief conversations with an anonymous voyeur, as well as some personal writings based in an ambiguous blend of reality and fiction. While I have kept this first volume brief, I intend to extend my sexual experiences, musings, and fantasies into more direct and involved mediums. This is, as previously stated, a new beginning.
While this is not my primary occupation and practice, it is an extension of myself that is far more passionate than one may think. I find that engaging with people in erotic discussions has brought me closer to their own hearts, and that is all the more encouraging for me to push further into the deliciously disgusting.
Thank you for being a freak.