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Well, that’s it, I guess. Fuck England —I hate this fucking country and its laws. Goddamn Keir is more interested in policing the internet than actually changing those laws. Porn is basically dead now, and by Friday I’ll have to show ID for everything. It’s ridiculous, and the worst part is there’s no way to fight it. You can sign a fucking petition all you want—Parliament isn’t going to listen. They’ll just obey their masters and overlords who are giving them fucking backhanders.
Instead of actually fixing the real, everyday problems people are drowning in—sky-high gas and electricity bills, outrageous council tax, food prices climbing every fucking week, petrol going through the roof, no affordable housing, more families slipping into poverty by the day—what does he do? Nothing. Not a damn thing. The super-duper rich, his mates and overlords, get off scot-free while the rest of us get squeezed for every penny.
And what does he focus on? Porn. Fucking porn. A complete non-issue. All because some hysterical bitch cried out, “Won’t somebody think of the children?” As if the internet suddenly became dangerous overnight. It’s been like this for twenty goddamn years. No one gave a shit until now. Why the sudden crusade? For fuck’s sake, it’s not like kids are stumbling into porn by accident anymore—not with all the existing filters, blocks, and parental controls already in place.
This isn’t about safety—it’s about control. About making it harder for regular people to access the one bit of escapism they’ve got left, while the elites keep getting richer, fatter, and more untouchable.
I just can't get over this.
I hope these women feel proud about this, congratulation bitches, you made men's life even more miserable. God I hate this country.
It seems the stories we’re writing and editing are being well received. A lot of them have been sitting on my hard drive for over ten years. Look at Them is one I wrote a loooong time ago, and Stargate was an idea I’d had floating around for a while. I always wanted to do a story where James goes back in time, gives them a buttload of tech, and helps them beef up Earth.
The only issue with that one is, once they get all the tech and become overpowered, where do you really go from there? It kind of ends the story before it even gets going.
On another note—if, and I stress if, anyone is interested—I finally pulled my finger out and finished the third chapter of Riders. It will conclude the story. As with the others, the biggest challenge was the plot, but this chapter ties everything up in a neat little bow.
God. Imagine riding toothless, while Nico Parker is straddling you from behind, her firm titties pressing into your back, her wet cunt, grinding you while she clings to you, desperate not to fall off. oO Fuck hiccup you lucky bastard, I see why they aged her up.
I’ve sent a few stories to my editor to rip and tear through for me. So far, he’s edited Silo, Vampire, Angel, and Spotted a Burning Wagon in the Distance. Vampire is the first, so it gets to be posted first—it should be submitted sometime today, assuming no last-minute adjustments.
Personally, I think his editing has made a huge difference to the overall tone, pacing, and prose of the story. It feels sharper, cleaner—more like what I envisioned all those years ago. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it—and he liked editing it. This was definitely one of my favourites, and one I wrote over ten years ago
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