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I (27 F) was taught by my older sister to play rape with her when we were kids. I think I was 5-7 years old and she was 8-10 years old. She would call it "R-A-P-E" as I didn't know how to spell yet, and would have me roll up my pajamas and shirt to seem to dress provocatively. She would then roleplay different scenarios as if I'm walking down the street from the store and she would pretend to jump out from an alley to pin me down. I remember her specifically asking me to "put up a fight". I don't exactly remember what she does after she pins me down and pretends to kiss my neck. I just remember being scolded at to not roll my clothes back down or whenever I don't "react properly". One day, I intentionally went downstairs while my parents were watching the tv while I had my clothes rolled up. I didn't know why I did that but that's how my parents knew we were playing a sick game. "We're playing R-A-P-E" I answered, when my dad asked me why my clothes were rolled up like that. He then went up to explain to my sister why that was wrong and that we should never do that again. It wasn't treated as a big deal though. It just became a running joke in the family until I grew up.
Looking back, I remember I had photos of me dancing seductively as a child and pulling my tank top strap down and my family laughed at me with pure joy. I remember neighbors and my mom's guy friends jokingly smacking my butt because I've always had a huge butt eversince. I remember old men asking me to sit on their laps while they would bounce me up and down or have me pick up shells and when I bend over, apparently exposing my undies, they would laugh and I would run.
In college, my uncle (mom's brother), ran his hands on my inner thighs, poked his elbow & hand at my side boob while we were in a packed family car. (We were not close. We were never close. We don't even hug) During a reunion, he grabbed my boob when we were posing for a family photo and when I looked at him, he just grinned like nothing happened. He would sometimes be touchy even when were not close or give compliments about my body. I told my mom about it, but that's for a different story.
Today, I look at who I am sexually. I remember masturbating with a faucet as young as 10 or 12 even when I didn't know what I was doing. I would run to the bathroom when a rape scene plays on TV thinking I need to pee only to realize now that I was wet. I was introduced by my sister to anonymous chat forums at 13 where I was sexually manipulated and was exposed to stuff about sex. I played kissing games in Y8 that led to explicit cartoon sex games. I got addicted to meeting strangers on Omegle doing you know what.
Today, I am almost always horny watching only rape and forced/groping porn content. I had SA experiences that were equally traumatic and a huge turn on for me. As a woman who advocates strongly against SA on men and women, my story is very embarassing for me.
I wonder if what my sister did to me played a huge part on who I am today sexually. As a child, I never knew if it was wrong. But as an adult, everything about my preferences feels wrong. I can't even tell which is SA and which is not.

What's the story with how shite the quality of warhammer YouTube is now? Especially since the femstodes debacle.
1) a lot of people making videos about this are not actually fans. As much as there are tourists , there are tourists who you might happen to agree with on other things who are clearly talking about something they know little to nothing about. And tbh they're just tourists of a different kind making videos to farm views and entertain people who aren't even warhammer fans to begin with. It's a prop to them at best.
2) Every single day there's youtubers like endymion vomiting out videos based on spurious information sources and absurdly sensationalist titles and it just comes across as some "the end is nigh" ranting street preacher vibes instead of an actual dive into the sources of the discontent (corporate greed, political self-inserts at the cost of storytelling and bending the knee to a bunch of twitter nutjobs) and a meaningful discussion of them. But no, it's low quality sensationalist bullshit.
And God help me, there are some things I agree with Arch about and he makes some good points when it comes to 40k but his speaking style is insufferable.
3) There's people like bricky and majorkill out there using the hobby to peddle their cartoon porn to 15 year olds. Majorkill in particular out there acting like being a raging cunt who watched too many Andrew Tate videos and thinks that's what manhood is is an identity unto itself. Majorkill, you're the guy in the pub with a bleeding nose and smelling like piss because you spend so much time in the bathroom doing coke off the toilet seat.
And on the other hand, GW tacitly encourage this while simultaneously saying that warhammer is something kids can be involved in. Sorry, but a community infested with porn addict gooners who can't stop talking about their sexual fantasies is not what kids should be around.
Rant over, but man, its like the community is being led from the front by sensationalist youtubers, attention-seekers, porn-pushers, political activists and instead of just normal people who are sharing their love for the universe of 40k.

I just discovered the ULTIMATE LIST OF ALL FILM GENRES KNOWN TO WIKIPEDIA – and I'm flabbergasted: There's just too many of them.
The link details them all, but here are the unformatted raw names, all 291 of them:
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So where do you stand? Which is your favorite?

tomrrow is my 19th birthday, and i feel as though i should have never made it this far.
my parents were in their thirties when they had me - my mother never thought she could have children. when i was born, my parents were really happy to have had me. my father said that it was the best day of his life. i was a large baby, 11 pounds and 5 ounces. they used to show this off with pride, thinking it was crazy how big i came out.
they loved me. they still love me. i love them, and i couldn't ask for a better set of parents. my brother came along 16 months after i was born, and the same happened then; my parents were super happy. from thinking that my mom couldn't conceive to having two children that they adore with their entire hearts.
for the first few years of my life, things were good. we lived in a large house - two stories tall. i don't have a lot of memories connected to this house because of how young i was when we lived there, but i remember parts of it.
we had a large pool, with a diving board and a water slide. we lived with our grandparents, my mom's parents, and things were great. i went to school, i made a friend, etc. normal, fun childhood things. things i cannot remember, but i know they happened.
the house that we lived in at the time, it was owned by my mother's sister. i'll call her T.
she was allowing us to live in it despite T living in an entirely different state. one thing lead to another, and T wanted us to move out to her. live with her. give up the house and move elsewhere.
my grandparents stayed behind and ended up in my grandmother's mom's house, while my mom, dad, brother, and i all loaded up and moved states.
this was... kind of exciting. going from a small, quiet town in the south to a large, well-known city in the west. my dad worked all over the world, going from state to state, country to country. this was a good move for us, as a lot of the areas he had to migrate to were closer by. the change was necessary for my father's career.
my mom, despite having a muddled past with her sister, trusted her enough to keep me and my brother there while my mom and dad would travel. we were kids, they didn't want to constantly have to uproot our lives and go all over the place when there was someone they could trust to take care of us for the few days or weeks that they'd be gone.
they were wrong. they could not have been more wrong; they left my brother and i in the hands of monsters. we lived a nightmare, unable to escape. too young to realize just the amount of pain and suffering we endured. we had no one to rely on but T and her family. she treated us so kindly when our parents were around... i remember T bringing me with her to get our nails done at a nail salon. i remember her doing my hair, i remember watching television with her - i thought she was awesome, that cool aunt that liked to hang out.
when my parents were gone, she'd bear her teeth at me. she'd grow fangs larger than my longest finger, her eyes would sharpen to the point of striking fear into my heart like a freshly drawn blade. these metaphors only scratch the surface. i felt like a scared bird who fell out of its nest, left only in the company of a starving wolf.
she'd scream. she'd yell. she'd tell me that my parents hated me - they saw me as a mistake, and the only reason they would go away so often is because they couldn't stand being around me. i'd cry, i'd whimper, and i'd believe it *all*. i vaguely remember a specific instance where it was late at night. i was sleeping in the garage of her house, with two security cameras pointed straight at me. they looked like devilish eyes, like *her* eyes, and i was frightened to the point of sobbing. the garage was pitch dark, and keeping a light on was not an option. she wouldn't let me. i was terrified of the dark.
T heard my frightened cries and only made it worse. she argued with me, one hand behind her back - she called me a baby, weak, and belittled me for being afraid of the dark. i was five, or six - too young to rationalize what my traumatized brain would show me in the dark. "this is why your parents hate you," she'd say, "if they were here, they'd beat you black and blue for making a big fuss about this."
i cried more, and more, and more. T then forced me to sleep on the cold ground, in the dark, with no blanket. no pillow. no mattress. it was my "punishment" - my punishment for being young, terrified of what i couldn't see, as any child would be.
that, again, only scratches the surface. T had two disabled children. M and C. i had witnessed T kick the teeth out of C's mouth, i had witnessed C receiving bruises and scars from the horrid physical violence T would subject this poor woman to. she could barely stand. she was forced to stand at the sink all hours of the day, washing dishes and making food like some sort of slave.
C's brother, M, was treated like a saint. he was in a wheelchair, his legs completely unusable, and he had the mind of a child.
i despise M, but not for his disablity. my mother left behind her laptop for a night so i'd be entertained while everyone was gone. C was told to keep an eye on my brother and i. M was watching television in the living room with me, while i played children's games on the internet. out of nowhere, M had asked me to look up porn. cartoon porn. CP. he wanted to show it to me.
and i did. i was not even double digits in age, and this 20-something man was wanting me to look up porn.
when everyone had come home, my mother checked the history on the computer. she saw it ALL. i immediately pointed out that M told me to do it, and my parents were pissed at him.
T was upset at *me*. i don't remember a lot about this situation, but i do remember how i felt. guilty, ashamed, confused. things a child should not have been subjected to.
there were other kids that would come over - other relatives of T. one girl was often over because her mother was friends with T. she was around my age, maybe a bit older. i don't know.
she abused me. sexually. she "taught me" how to do it, she did it *to* me, she'd do it to me in front of my *brother* in secret, often hiding around the corner or under blankets. i never told anyone. not until i was old enough to process what she did.
my memory is blank in so many places. places that i do not wish to recover information from, because i know that it'd impact me further. it feels like a polaroid picture, with only a few splotches of image poking through while the rest remains black, all because of a damaged camera. after a couple years of enduring this, my mother got into a fight with her sister. over stealing, lying, spreading rumors... like not even half of the monster she truly is.
we were kicked out. we had nowhere to go. for the next while, we were homeless. at around the age of eight, i was living with my parents on the streets. i still went to school, though i was dirty - my hair was matted, i smelt awful, i wore the same clothes often weeks in a row. when possible, my mother would wash my hair with a hose - in the winter, cold and biting. i was often ill because of this. we'd occasionally find food in dumpsters, or things to entertain us.
at some point, my school had contacted CPS on my parents due to the condition we were in. after that, my parents found it best to get my brother and i out of there.
my grandparents travelled across the country for my brother and i, and unfortunately left our parents behind. they had things that T still kept in her house. they didn't want to leave without it. they didn't want us to endure the long, painful process of getting everything back and safe back where we began.
and so, i was fostered by my grandparents. for an entire year, i couldn't see my parents. after all that we had gone through together, being ripped away from them due to unavoidable circumstances was the hardest.
i began having fits of panic attacks, i'd curl up in a ball and scream my head off from flashbacks. i could barely stand in the shower without being terrified because i hated being nude after the sexual abuse. i was hallucinating. i was delusional. i spent years sobbing myself to sleep, afraid that T was going to drive over to us and repeat her abuse all over again. i had nightmare after nightmare, to the point where i struggled to sleep. i'd panic in the dark, i slept in the same room as my grandparents for the longest time just out of fear of being *alone.*
i started therapy soon after coming back with my grandparents. i've been medicated since i was eleven years old. i have scars on my arms, my legs, my thighs... from all the times that i couldn't find any other escape but self sabotage. i attempted my life upwards of 3 different times. at some point, i had convinced myself i wasn't going to make it to 13 years old. i was in so much mental anguish that i wasn't even in enough control to think that i wouldn't have offed myself by then.
i turn 19 tomorrow. may 11th. i could barely finish high school. i had resorted to homeschooling from freshman to senior year, but i still managed to graduate. i couldn't handle being at school, incased with so many people. i was overweight, struggling with a binge eating disorder due to the tangled mess in my head. i was bullied, made fun of. i dealt with both undiagosed adhd and autism throughout my school days, all because i had a plethora of disorders i was diagnosed with, things that would overlap those symptoms.
i struggled. i suffered. i still suffer. i still struggle. i have agoraphobia, i've been suffering with it for the past four years. i cannot go outside. i don't want to go outside. i have no social life, no friends despite the ones i've managed to make online, and i can't even work due to the state i've been left in after what my childhood had done to me.
i turn 19 tomorrow, but my life has been a constant cycle of awful, unfortunate events. i was dealt an unlucky hand in life.
but tomorrow, i'm going to change that.

From vaporwave aesthetics to the endless amount of action-movie reboots, we can see a building trend of remembering the 80s as the current form of nostalgia bait. Being about 40 years ago, the 80s are the catalyst for most, if not all, media we see now. The internet began back then, CGI was being tested, global reach started to take hold, electric keyboards became a music staple, and video games had their first crash due to so much home console production. The 80s were a time of massive change that we don’t notice as a difference from the 00s, especially when it comes to things like film and music. Trying to imagine the difference in the metamodernism of 1980-2020 is like trying to see a difference in the art nouveau of 1880-1920.
Previously, I talked about how hipsters change trends every 10 years because of the way public schools work, but the overall change of society goes from generation to generation. The halfway point of a human life is about 30 years, which is about how long it takes for a person in their childhood to enter a “production” age of media influence. Something like Stranger Things needed the Duffer Brothers to enter their late 30s in order for their pastiche and play to be worthy of directing, because they are not able to make these massive projects in their teens or even early 20s. Like any other trend, there was a trailing of its existence in video games of the 90s, as well as movie sequels like Terminator 2, that kept things alive after the decade. Our pop music continues to carry on the electronic sounds that sprouted from the 80s, with the tabloids focused on the singers and their sex lives more than the quality of their music. Most importantly, the inclusion of anime and adult cartoons from back then continues to spread into western fashion as production transitions into a digital form that is easier to maintain than pen & paper.
It's not that the 80s never ended, but rather we never leave the shadow of such a dramatic shift in culture. The sheer amount of consumerism, brought on by globalism and the end of the Vietnam War, caused propaganda to enter a more hippy form of anti-war rhetoric. Ironically, the vast amount of action movies from these times were done in order to say how bad war was, with movies like Rambo: First Blood and Platoon done as a way to make it look yucky. Due to the inability to critique the war during the war(or even shortly after), movies like Star Wars and Aliens would present the Vietnam War in a fictional sci-fi setting, allowing themselves to slip by censorship and inspire future projects. The big guns of the 80s, like the M202 Flash (a quadruple-tube rocket launcher) or the M60, were staples of movie posters and standees that lured us into seeing these action star achievements.
Big names like Arnold Schwarzenegger and John-Claude Van damme became global phenomena due to their action roots requiring zero dialogue. Their inability to speak well allowed their body language to do all the talking, with slasher movies rising up like Jason did from the dead in Friday the 13th, for the same reasons. And like the slasher villain, their franchises wouldn't die, allowing home media to turn box office failures into cult classics. Along with the exploitation of war, and the senseless murder of horny teens, came an abundance of gory practical effects, now that the censors were more lenient on sex and violence. The Hays Code prevented clear exploitation of sex, drugs, and violence up until the late 60s; quickly changed by the death of the head of the MPAA to then put the liberal Jack Valenti in his place.
After the Grindhouse era of the 70s, the 80s was all about showing drug use, naked women, and body organs flying all over the place. One of the main contributors of this exploitation, Roger Corman, was the main mentor for most of the big directors during this sudden spark of everything taboo. Deemed “The Pope of Pop Cinema” and “The Spiritual Godfather of New Hollywood”, his influence created a new form of movie production that would spit in the face of old Hollywood by resorting to everything the censors hated. Morals, culture, nationalism, conservatism, modesty, all of these were to be mocked and made into satire as the world became smaller and more global. Besides the advent of New Hollywood were the movies influenced by the Italian crime genre of Poliziotteschi and the Hong Kong action films of the 70s, further increasing the focus on casual urban violence.
Consumerism increased dramatically as fake industries rose to the top. Toylines and video games, as well as children's entertainment, exploded during this decade. The focus on the youth, by selling them the latest trend, was aided by easier access to commercials and even the infomercial that was freed from restrictions in 1984. Innovating technology meant there were new gadgets for people to buy, with nerds becoming more present through our fascination with these new inventions. Video games and movies were easier to gain an audience of collectors, thanks to the advent of the VHS and cartridge.
The ones who grew up during this generation are now the main contributors to what toy companies call “the kidult market”, the adults who still buy toys meant for kids.
Home movies became more popular because of the camcorder, with indie films growing in popularity from the ease of production. While the modernist slogan was “make it new”, the metamodernist slogan was “make it snappy”. It didn’t matter if things were dumb or absurd, because pastiche and play made sure we could simply recognize it and find it entertaining through intertextuality. Rather than focusing on quality or culture, the 80s was a time of focusing on simply making things exist, no matter how silly the premise was. The studios put the captain hats on the directors, with these directors of New Hollywood walking straight out of Woodstock, with plenty of acid still in their bloodstreams.
Music became a different beast once it shifted its platform from radio to TV. The introduction of visual music videos caused musicians to become performative artists, with their fashion sense mimicked by their fans at a wider scale. To attract the audience through a performance, crazy clothes and hairstyles became the latest craze, changing the clean hairstyle of prior into a mousse filled mullet. Punk, goth, heavy metal; all of these were mirrored by the new romantics, glam, and synthwave that shared the same spots on MTV. This was the time when being rebellious and “original” was no different from being any other person, because the fashion was just a difference between leather jackets with studs or jean jackets with rhinestones.
TV dramatically changed to what we know now as “daytime television for mom” and “primetime for dad”. In fact, the first talk show run by a woman was none-other than the Oprah Winfrey Show, started in the 80s. This was done because studios knew that moms were at home, available after the kids left for school, and they could watch a show made for them while they did their aerobics. For broken homes in this period, the latchkey kid generation was forced to stay home after school as a safety procedure by the increase of mothers in the workforce, with single motherhood increasing from the increased access of welfare. Staying home, with little parental supervision, had a strange result of Gen X being raised by the idiot tube, comic books, and home consoles.
In that regard, not much has changed other than the addition of streaming and other online-related activities.
Feminism changed in the 80s by sparking the dreadful sex wars: a debate between whether or not feminism is supposed to be pro-porn or anti-porn. Yes, this was the main issue for feminists during the 80s, until the transition to third wave feminism in the 90s. During this period, media depicted women as valiant prostitutes or brave business women, wearing shoulder pads either way. The demand for equality caused a confusion when feminists couldn’t decide on whether or not sucking dick for money was considered “feminist”. Freedom was questioned and the result became the third-wave feminism that began to question whether or not there was a difference between men and women at all.
Both debates are still going.
Video games were still primitive, barely entering a coherent bit quality, with violent games like Mortal Kombat making concerned parents worried about what their kids are getting into. The arcade was the new amusement hall, allowing kids to throw quarters into “entertainment vending machines” that occupied their time. The mall wasn’t started in this decade, but it began to flourish as the main hotspot for teenage activity, thanks to the arcades and food courts. During the 80s, paper cups of the food court had an orange flower design, which was replaced with the more iconic Jazz design in the 90s. Yes, I was shocked when I learned that as well.
When we view this newfound addiction to the 80s, we are viewing the catalyst of why we are the way we are today. The sex and violence in media started around the 80s, the performative art of musicians expanded thanks to music videos, and everything we see online was pioneered by Gen X nerds who were high on crystal Pepsi and cocaine. With how little has changed, it’s no wonder the 80s are much loved and seen as “a time we remember but didn’t grow up in”. I don’t want this to be seen as a nightmarish journey down memory lane, but rather a reminder that the 80s are when postmodernism first sprouted into metamodernism and started what we suffer through today. Like everything else in mainstream media, the nostalgia bait is fake and forced.
I am not surprised that Gen X will claim their time was better, because that’s all they know. But consider the bits and pieces that inspired the 80s itself, from what occurred 30 years before it. Shows like Happy Days tried to cling to the charm of the greasers during the 50s, or how quirky musicals like Grease and Little Shop of Horror used pastiche to remind us of how wonderful the 50s were. Creature features of the 80s were mostly inspired by the alien invasion movies of the 50s that were used to symbolically spread anti-communist propaganda, accidentally carrying this sentiment into the 80s as the Iron Curtain collapsed. Like any other era, the good seems to out weight the bad, because the good is a channeling of what came before and what lasts forever.
Next time someone demands the 80s, secretly give them the 50s. As good as people try to make the 80s out to be, it is hard to argue against the massive influence of the 50s that caused many of our much loved properties to exist. Sure, Woke Hollywood is now turning those classics into flaming piles of shit as a way to destroy the Four Olds, but we can always revive what was from before. But whatever we do, we must not treat the 80s as the be all, end all. We must treat it as what it is: the origin point of why our media today is totally bogus.

Please tell the title of the best animated or cartoon porn video you have ever watched in comments or give the link.there is nothing new in human porn.

Just needed a place to vent. So last year my nmom came to visit and I took my parents out to lunch and she said something racist about a business who was owned by a Middle Eastern family and I was like why can't they own a business or chase the American dream? Why do they have to suffer just because you don't own the business if you had wanted to open a business you could have but you choose a different life path, etc it shut her up finally though the ride back to their campground was hella silent. Well she didn't learn her lesson cause last week we were talking on phone and out of no where she says they don't make cartoons like they used to- me thinking yeah old Disney hand drawn cells that Don Bluth look 🤌nope she goes with all the gays and blacks ..... Like woah woah woah wtf. I was like what??? She was like everything is trying to be gay- now for context I came out as bisexual many years ago like 12 years ago I am assuming she blocked that conversation from her memory she also found my porn stash when I was 19 that was both guys and girls (because she was fucking snooping in the house I rented from her (500 a month) and she came over to "clean" it while I was at work, the house was spotless and didn't need "cleaning". (For context though most people don't know I am bisexual because I don't acknowledge it unless asked, though I do have a little bi pride flag on my purse) I just happen to be in a straight relationship for forever now. So I go ok but kids are going to find out not everyone is straight at school, or out in public, there will be kids with parents who have two moms or two dad's and that showing inclusivity is important because we are all human and we are all here just trying to survive and live our best lives, and being in a happy relationship shouldn't matter on the gender of the person. As far as black people go it's about damn time we start having more films and leads where there is diversity in the casting. I would also like to see more stories that are about their lives and culture same with Asian descendants (including Indian!!!) . I said when we are born we don't get to choose the pigment of our skin, or where we are born at but as we grow up we can accept that we are all humans, and be accepting and kind to each other we are not better than anyone else. We all love, and have feelings, and needs. She was like well I have to go now and basically said goodbye. I am just done and will stand up every time now and shut her down. I am sick of that behavior. Oh also in kindergarten I had a black best friend and she moved away and I remember we were at the store and I saw an AA Barbie and I was like she looks like Teresa(friend's name) can I get her to remember her and my mom was like no, you can get the girl with brown hair named Teresa (it was Totally Hair Teresa) so I did, but that was a core memory right there and I knew then it was wrong.

Reposting, again I’m not the best with game terminology so please bear with me!
Platform(s): It was a Flash web game, so any PC or Mac should have been able to run it
Genre: I’m not entirely sure how to explain, but it was a single player adventure game
Estimated year of release: Definitely before 2010’s but I’d say early to mid-2000’s
Graphics/art: I want to say it was 8-bit style or like pixel art but may have been just slightly more detailed, dark/gloomy and gray foresty vibes, maybe one colorful store within the city area. It was 2D. The visual was of the city sky-down, like old Pokemon games, I don’t know what the name of that art/game style is.
Notable characters: I’m pretty sure everyone was human with the exception of one final boss demon/creature. No specific characters to name, though.
Notable gameplay mechanics: Very simple, go around the world and find keys/chests/whatever to “defeat” something deep in a forest.
Other details: I was a kid so I might be exaggerating but I remember it being more “adult” meaning swear words, a porn-y store, maybe some offensive commentary. I remember completing the game a few times, but the premise was to go around the gloomy city and find items/keys/chests/complete tasks by NPCs to eventually defeat some sort of evil in a forest at the end. It was silly and unserious from what I recall. I remember having to dig up a dead body or something at some point. It may have been based off an old cartoon but I may be wrong. It was on one of those miniclip/adult swim/cartoon network/etc game websites I think. Everything is fuzzy :(
It is still killing me that I cant find this PLEASE I’m so desperate
I’m so sorry for my lack of game knowledge

You’re allowed to laugh, I don't really care. Especially since this is such a weird story but it’s genuinely ruining my mental health.
To sum up: I'm incapable of human love, and I'm so in love with a fictional furry that it’s ruining my life. Also music gives me breathing issues.
I am exclusively attracted to artwork and animation of furry men. I have never found a human male to be desirable or attractive in any way, sexually or romantically. But furries are the opposite, when I look at anthro furry art I actually FEEL something… as if I’m more connected to them. I wank my willy exclusively to gay furry porn animations and art. I’ve tried with human stuff so many times over the years and yet not once was I able to stay hard for over a minute. There’s something about furries that I see as so differently from humans, even apart from cartoon or anime humans. Their faces are so expressive and adorable… but humans look like weird sacks of naked flesh with holes in their faces. Furries are just perfect. It’s platonic too, I feel myself desiring platonic love with furries so much more than with humans.
I always find myself developing crushes on furry guys, but occasionally I will fall deeply in love with one. I’ve done that with many characters. and i can’t control any of this. My most recent is Ranok from the furry visual novel FBTW. Just like the others in the past, he is on my mind 24/7. He’s all I think about as I’m going about my daily life. I wish I could talk to him and bond and experience a lifetime with him. I get distracted from schoolwork or productivity thinking about how he’d smell or how his fur would feel against me and saying that feels so laughably degenerate.
Another thing is that I never fantasize about myself engaging with a furry while in human form, I always imagine that I’m some kind of furry character as well. The idea of my real human self in any romantic or sexual setting makes me cringe. But basically, sometimes when I’m looking at art of furry guys, or listening to music that reminds me of them, it gets physically hard to breathe and it feels like there is a hole in my stomach. So much desire and longing that it actually hurts and becomes overwhelming. It fills me with anxiety and negative energy and I just wanna jump around my room and scream. I want nobody to touch me or interact with me. I just want to walk into a portal where I’ll be teleported to be with Ranok. I lose my appetite and stop eating when this happens until the point where my stomach is killing me. Everyone knows what it’s like to be rejected, or worse, fall in love with someone they know they could never get. Now imagine being only able to fall deeply in love EXCLUSIVELY with characters that don’t even exist. I’m scared that I will never be romantically or sexually satisfied in life.
I have no idea why my brain does this, but it has been with me since i was a child. I had a very nice childhood, but I still liked escaping reality into video games and cartoons. dont want this to sound creepy but my earliest fascinations came from as young as 6 years old, where i’d get so obsessed with an anthropomorphic male character and would feel a crush on them, wishing I lived in their cartoonifed world. When I was like 13 or 14, I discovered the furry fandom and became obsessed. I always knew I had this feeling toward anthros, but then i learned there's communities of other people that felt similar. That’s also where I had my sexual awakening and realized I was gay and into furries. Im 19 now. I have lots of friends and i’m pretty normal aside from this. Nobody knows about this except for anyone reading this.
I don’t know why I don't feel this for humans either. I wasn’t abused as a kid, I wasn't raised poorly or touch starved, I've never had bad social anxiety and always had lots of friends. I just can’t feel much for humans. Definitely not sexual, definitely not romantic love. Sometimes I feel a little platonic love with my closest friends, but that’s it. Humans just can never satisfy me. I obviously have a lot of problems with society as well, but in furry visual novels and games, they always are caring and loving and perfect in every way. If you don’t feel good, they'll take you out to eat or drive you somewhere scenic or hug you to make you feel better. Humans have never done that to me. Maybe if I meet the right one, I will learn to love them. But for now, my feelings for Ranok are just way too strong.
Part of it also feels deeply subconscious, as I have always felt such a deep connection to cartoon locations and atmospheres. Idk why, I just wish I could be there. It feels like that’s where I was meant to be born. Like what is my brain smoking lmao
I also have certain bands and songs that remind me of these “atmospheres”, and when I hear them, I immediately think about existing in those cartoon worlds with that character. They tend to be very noisy or heartfelt like shoegaze or noisy folk. It makes it hard to breathe and it just rips my soul out. It makes me wanna jump around my room and yearn to be some walking fox in a massive nintendo-like universe with a bunch of anthros.
Yeah probably the goofiest redit post you’ve read in a while but it’s real and making me miserable. I can imagine ending up on Whang’s channel or some shit lol. But for now I'll continue to put up with this and see where it goes.

Some things are beginning to add up with my friend that makes me a bit uncomfortable. He’s been making inquiries into what kind of pornography I enjoy, which is weird enough, but then he asks if I like anything “a little darker” in terms of fetishes.
He asked “so do you ever turn the blacklist off on those porn sites? Did you like what you saw when you did?”
I was getting really creeped at that point, but I chalked it up to him just not knowing what was and wasn’t ok socially due to his autism. I just replied, “Not really.” and changed the subject.
And then a few days later, he just randomly says to me. “I’ve turned the blacklist off before. And I really liked what I saw.”
I feel like he is on the verge of confessing something. And when I put the pieces together in my head, I’m suspecting it’s something not good—really not good.
I think to myself about all those years he volunteered at the daycare in town. And I think of how he’s been volunteering at his church to help with the children’s Sunday school classes. And how, at age 29, he watches a lot of children’s television shows. There is usually always Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon playing in the background when I go over to his house; and he doesn’t have any younger siblings. His fascination with pornography in conjunction with all of that is setting off red alarm bells.
He always seems to position himself in spaces around kids. He doesn’t have much dating success. He spends most of his time alone.
I don’t want to fuck his life up, but at the same time, I think about those kids and get freaked out.
When I worked with him at the grocery store a few years ago, there were several incidents where he got into trouble for inappropriately grabbing and touching women as well. Management had to sit him down at one point and have a talk about it. And I also witnessed a few instances where he would go up to people’s kids and say “hey little guy!” and try to be playful with them in a way an uncle might be; and it was clearly making their parents uncomfortable.
I don’t really have a smoking gun in the form of a confession or images from his phone or computer; but all of this is beginning to look really suspicious. Should I confront my friend about this?

• don’t remember a time before internet and always had it at home as long as i can remember
• was alive for y2k and 9/11 but don’t remember them
• first movies i remember going to the theater for were brother bear, home on the range and shrek 2
• favorite cartoons growing up were spongebob, fairly oddparents, winx club, powerpuff girls and pokemon (not gonna say which season)
• favorite gaming consoles as a kid were the ps2 and wii
• got my first phone at age 7, it wasnt a smartphone but it had access to the internet (it was very slow and expensive tho)
• got my first smartphone at age 13
• grew up playing games like gta san andreas, the sims 2, pokemon emerald, pokemon pearl, guitar hero etc and flash games online like stardoll, club penguin, barbiegirls.com, polly pocket’s website etc
• was on msn messenger by age 7-8
• made my twitter account when i was 12 and i made a facebook account around that time too so i could play farmville
• when i was 15 my high school gave all students tablets to replace the books in class but i used it to play fruit ninja bc im an awful student
• was obsessed with vine as a teen
• used to love smosh as a kid
• grew up in the golden age of disney channel with hannah montana, wizards of waverly place, jonas brothers, thats so raven etc and icarly/drake and josh on nick
• wasnt a teen anymore when the pandemic hit

Title: Dig Two Graves, by Craig Schaefer
Publication Date: April 26, 2024
Bingo Squares: Under the Surface, Criminals, Dreams, maybe Prologues and Epilogues (the first chapter isn’t marked explicitly as a prologue but it functions just like one), possibly Self-Published or Indie (this series is indie in America and the UK but published by Penguin in Germany; I have no idea why they don’t print the English versions too, but just like the music industry, everything I hear about the publishing industry makes very little sense to me), Multi-POV (mostly narrated in first person but there are cutaways to other characters at key moments), Published in 2024.
Disclaimer: I’m a big fan of Schaefer’s books, so I’ve got some admitted favorable bias going in here. Do not look to me for any kind of dispassionate, detached critique here, because I love her stuff.
But I almost didn’t! And that’s what I kinda want to talk about. Dig Two Graves is the eleventh novel in the Daniel Faust urban-fantasy series; I read the first book, The Long Way Down, ages ago and found it…meh. Angels, demons, doomsday plot, whatever. It was fine. Very clearly the author’s first book, with all that entails. I don’t begrudge that because every writer has to start somewhere, but I wasn’t really left with a big desire for more (IIRC I was binging Dresden at the time, and fully roped-in.)
But Daniel Faust isn’t Harry Dresden (or Alex Verus or Atticus O’Sullivan for that matter), and that’s part of this series’ special sauce. He’s a magician and a career criminal, and the series has tracked his evolution from a freelance villain selling “vengeance for hire” to the second-chair boss of a reborn Las Vegas Mafia.
(Which he would have been the leader of, but when some Chicago Mob hoods treated his best friend Jennifer with callous disrespect, his immediate response was “I don’t know why you’re talking to me, she’s the boss, I just work for her.” Which is Faust in a nutshell: he doesn’t need titles and honors, he knows his power and he knows his worth and he values standing up for his buddies more than anything else.)
Befitting a villain protagonist, these books are dark as hell. Just to let you know what you’re in for, the very first book involves a porn star getting drowned in a toilet by her abusive pimp and a magician sacrificing his own little kid for power. They don’t get much happier from there. We live in a vast and uncaring multiverse where most of our neighboring parallel worlds are made of nightmare fuel, the machinery running the cosmos is hopelessly broken, and most people go to Hell when they die regardless of their actual moral conduct. (On the bright side, Hell isn’t actually that bad and there’s no Heaven, anyway. Heaven is closed.) If you’re familiar with the Swedish tabletop role-playing game Kult, the Faust books are the closest thing I’ve come (outside of Clive Barker, the designers’ main influence) to the feel of that game.
But what enthralls me is that this isn’t some pointless wallow in misery-porn. To the contrary, Schaefer’s books are deeply, passionately humanist. If I had to summarize the overall philosophy it’d be “we’re all broken, we’re all fucked up, but if we work together we can do incredible things. No supernatural cavalry is coming to the rescue: we need to protect and care for each other, because we’re all we have.”
So, anyway. I read the first book, felt ambivalent about it, moved on to other UF writers. Then I got pulled back in when Schaefer wrote a novella set between the first two books, The White Gold Score, and gave it away for free for a week because she felt bad about taking a year for the next book to come out. (And if that sounds nuts, bear in mind that she’s Brando Sando prolific. She’s been candid about how she wrestles with depression, nearly committed suicide once, and writing is literally what keeps her alive so she does a LOT of it.)
My response to that book was “You son of a bitch, I’m in.” IMO that’s the moment the Faust series matures into its real shape, stops playing it safe and establishes it’s here to do it’s own thing. Pressed into solving a pretty stereotypical urban-fantasy murder mystery, clues lead Faust to a ring of drug smugglers using a concert tour as cover. And instantly, he and his crew of found-family rogues decide “You know what? We didn’t care about the stupid mystery anyway. Let’s kill these dudes, steal their cocaine and sell it ourselves.”
I cannot overstate how WEIRD this setting is, too. Per an interview, one of the mission statements when coming up with the series was “no vampires, no werewolves, no fae.” (A rule this new book breaks, but in a genuinely funny way that makes sense and also keeps the rule intact.) Instead we get stuff like murderous tulpas resembling classic rubber-hose animations brought to life by a quadriplegic assassin (this is literally a plotline), mind-controlling cockroaches (also a real plotline), and a villain who can rewind your life to the most traumatic accident you ever survived — and rewrite history so no, you actually didn’t (yep). At one point we’re introduced to a pocket dimension called Noir York, a parallel world where superhero comic rules are in full effect, and even the heroes joke about what a stupid name it has (but oh then we find out in a spinoff novel that it was unintentionally created by a massively powerful psychic twelve-year-old raised on a diet of Marvel comics, bad movies, and D&D, and damn if that isn’t exactly the kind of goofy name I would have thought was cool when I was a kid.)
Also, this will either be important to you or not important at all, but there’s some great queer rep in these books. Daniel is straight, but (after escaping his insane and abusive father as a teenager) he was taken in by Bentley and Corman, a pair of elderly gay con artists, who became his surrogate dads. They’re delightful. There’s a tiny plot point involving a character coming out as asexual (and the response from Faust’s found family is “of course we respect that, why wouldn’t we?”) which comes back into play in Dig Two Graves (memo to shape-shifters: if you’re impersonating an ace person, maybe go easy on the sexual innuendo). It’s queernorm. Nobody gives a shit about orientation or gender, they’re too busy pulling off magical heists and stealing cash and having fun.
Dig Two Graves finds Faust back in the land of the living after a sojourn to Hell in the last book. He didn’t really “escape,” since everyone wanted him to leave, but due to plot shenanigans he’s stuck in a coma patient’s body while one of his friends, a demon, is wearing and fixing his former skin. Hell is reaching a boiling point, as after long-time series villain Naavarasi was totally exposed in an assassination plot, the demon-prince Malphas has decided to shelter and protect her — literally the last thing anyone expected, and a borderline suicidal political move that could plunge Hell into a new civil war. This would be bad for everyone, including our world, ‘cause that shiz isn’t going to stay contained.
Out of a teeming gallery of villains, Naavarasi is the series’ longest-running antagonist and at this point, genuinely and utterly loathsome. The tragedy being that she’s also completely understandable. The queen of the rakshasa, her jungle-dimension was annexed by the powers of Hell, who proceeded to slaughter her people and capture her as a demon-prince’s pet. She eventually ingratiated herself to the point where she was given freedom and even noble honors, but that was a mistake. She utterly despises demonkind, doesn’t view humans as much better, and will happily burn the entire multiverse to the ground if it means hurting the people who hurt her. She lives for revenge and at this point she’s gone so far beyond the moral event horizon that she once murdered one of her own kids just to cement an alibi. What’s ensued after her appearance in the second novel, Redemption Song, is a great class in villainous evolution.
(Spoilers, seriously, big spoilers below.)
At first, Naavarasi is almost a comic-relief villain. She has the power to change her shape at will, but she’s a massive narcissist who requires constant praise so she’s basically incapable of using that power without going “Aha! See?! You were tricked, it was me all along!”
Except…no, she isn’t, because it turns out that her whole ego-bimbo persona was a deliberate ruse to make herself look harmless and she’s actually ferociously smart, a chessmaster who plans ten moves ahead at all times. But at least the heroes can use their magic to tell when she’s in disguise!
Except…no, they can’t, because then it turns out that, also, was a trick. Rakshasas are totally invisible when they’re in another person’s form and she was deliberately letting them notice her transformations in order to deceive the heroes into thinking they could always tell.
The Xanatos Gambit is a trope from the Gargoyles cartoon, where series antagonist David Xanatos often pulled off schemes with an “I win no matter what” clause attached. The gargoyles stop him from bulldozing a community center and turning it into a strip mall? That’s fine, he actually invested in it last week and now he’ll make money off of it, because he anticipated the heroes would get involved in the first place and was counting on them stopping him. Naavarasi is all Xanatos Gambits, all day.
Except this time.
Hot on her trail — and after his brother Teddy, who Naavarasi corrupted and converted to her service — Faust and company follow a bizarre trail of clues to a little Midwestern town called Springfield, where no one seems capable of discussing life outside of town (or even acknowledging that there IS a world outside of town) and the local library has books by Sutter Cane and Paul Sheldon. If you recognize either of those names, you know how weird stuff is about to get.
Springfield, for reasons I won’t spoil, is a world of its own…and it runs on horror-movie logic. Now of course deconstructing horror tropes is nothing remotely new; there’s even a Scream gag early on, which felt like the writer going “Yeah, you know exactly what we’re doing here.” But it’s executed in ways that had me smiling from cover to cover, like Daniel exploiting the logic of slasher movies in order to keep a hulking killer at bay. You know the tropes, the characters know the tropes too, and it’s all used to delightful effect.
(A standout is a sequence where the heroes have to survive the ending of Night of the Living Dead, and when they easily prove more than a match for the black-and-white ghouls, one of the villains ramps up the threat by…well, let’s just say that if you’re into zombie movies and 1980s horror, you’re gonna be grinning.)
There’s so much heart here. The conflict between Daniel and his brother is emotionally brutal, especially when Dan takes full responsibility for his own part in the rift between them. And while he desperately wants to make peace and get Teddy out of harm’s way, it’s clear from the start that there’s no happy ending here. The two penultimate chapters of the book are a pair of utter gut-punches, as two protagonists are brought to some of their darkest places ever, and thankfully the story ends on a high note. It feels calculated to push the reader into the dark and then pull us out for a big finish, with a setup promising the series’ most audacious heist ever in the next installment (and this is a series with a LOT of heists).
(Also, Herbert West, Reanimatorgets a cameo fresh from his appearance in the last Harmony Black spin-off novel. I love this absolute dork and I hope he becomes a regular.)
So yeah, thumbs-up for the book itself. Really this review is more about the series itself, which has evolved over the years from “yeah, that’s okay” to my absolute favorite urban fantasy. Schaefer’s evolution as a writer has been so much fun to watch over the years, and the stories keep getting better.
I would say “Jim ButcheSchaefer crossover when?” but honestly, Harry’s response to Faust would probably be to fuego him on sight, and Faust would try to take out Harry with a sniper. So, uh, Clive BarkeSchaefer crossover when? Given all the BDSM overtones in these books, I wouldn't remotely blink an eye at a cenobite showing up...

Ever since my girlfriend left me, I've developed a massive porn addiction, constantly wanking my cock to asian cartoon porn with my man tits flopping around, tired of feeling like a loser. Is dopamine detox the only way to fix my life?

About 5 months ago, I wouldn't have even thought I had schizophrenia. Since then, I've had so many delusions that I don't even know what I believe anymore. I've had 4 psychotic breaks in the last 3 months. I got into conspiracy theories; I thought I was being mind controlled and that people were sending me messages through hidden doublespeak. I thought I had accessed a higher level of consciousness and that cartoons were being used by the government to condition us into subconsiously being more open to the possibility of future events like 9/11 being real, but that they were actually complete fabrications being used for social control.
Then it turned into religious delusions. For about the past two weeks (ending today) I believed in God, turned to Christianity, and became extremely obsessed with finding logical evidence for its authenticity. I even went so far as to delete a Reddit account that I had for 2 years, and that I had saved hundreds of porn videos/pictures on, which is why I had to create this new one :(.
It's gotten so so bad so quickly. I remember just a while ago when I was almost certain that I had schizophrenia, but I dismissed it thinking it would never get this bad. I'm so scared. If it only gets worse from here, I can't even imagine what's going to happen to me. I've never felt this insane; I didn't even know it was possible to feel this insane.