fact or fiction
Learn the truth about common myths. Are they fact or fiction? In-depth explanations of the questions everyone asks and few know the answer to.
1. ANOTHER FREAK IN THE FREAK KINGDOM Was me hired to scribe for Bazaar Monthly, a posh Los Angeles-based online publication boasting a readership amalgamated of new age gurus, holistic juice cleansers, naturopathic shaman, real estate moguls, Hollywood elite, avant garde architects, entrepreneurial pioneers, Silicon Valley Titans of technocracy, dot com gozillionaires, weekend warriors plus counterculture enthusiasts. Was me, armed with a bic pen and thin, black notebook they were paying what seemed to me a conspicuous, if not outright gratuitous lump sum of $20,000.00 to fly out over the mighty Pacific Ocean on a unique and covert journalistic endeavor, to infiltrate an esoteric subculture shrouded in mystery and ultimately shed light on the obscure underbelly of the Hawaiian Islands, respective. Was also me who (I’m seeing this now, in retrospect) signed up to be airdropped into a mythopoeic landscape, a sociological petri dish akin to a William Golding novel, to bear witness to the vicissitudes of human relatings and be indelibly altered via cultural osmosis; to peak behind the curtain at the inner workings of this soft machine.
Paying for Sex
Paying for Sex Means More than You Think Okay, let’s address the elephant in the room. Yes, this is a taboo subject. Paying for sex brings to mind concepts of hiring an escort or even a street walker. Having said that, yes, this post will be talking about that. However; we are going to take a look at the reality of social interaction and the “dating” or “courting” rituals that exist in our society.
Hidden Niche to Write
Erotic Stories on Writing Platforms Writing platforms contain hundreds if not thousands of niche content on them that is uploaded every single day. With such a vast array of different topics to write about it can be a little confusing on what does well when posted on these sites. While it is true that writing about current events, pets, and other important topics can in fact gain a lot of readers and help inform people… there is an almost hidden niche on these sites that does very well. Everyone likes to escape their reality for a short time and many read for this purpose alone. Another fact is, most people enjoy sex and passion. If you put these together it makes sense that erotic stories tend to do well on these platforms.
Nice Guys Finish Last
Truth Behind an Old Saying We have all heard the saying, “nice guys finish last.” My response to this came from a realization of why that saying is in fact true. Yes, nice guys do finish last… because we always make sure the woman finishes first. Of course, the saying was never meant to mean that. In fact, it was always meant as a negative thing. The saying generally refers to how guys who are nice and respectful, actually end up in the friend zone with women or hear those dreaded words, “you’re like a brother to me.” Which, no guy wants to hear; ever! Though in recent times, the attack on masculinity has gotten out of control, it still remains true that most women are still looking for a man to be a man. Also true is that too many women go for men who are not respectful or genuine to them.
My BDSM horror story update #2
I will leave the links to my other posts about this here: https://vocal.media/filthy/my-bdsm-horror-story https://vocal.media/filthy/my-bdsm-horror-story-update
I AM NEO: A Faux-Fictional Tale of the Adventures of a Porn Photographer
Chapter 1 – Picking up a Babe in Sin City – A Totally True Tale My Mum lives in Las Vegas. Picture this… Retired old lady, cruising around the casinos on her little electric scooter, oxygen tank hanging off the back, cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and one arm bigger than the other because she arm-wrestles one-armed bandits all day – you know the type.
I walked away, thinking of how I struggled with the ties that bound me to ideas that were not mine. Limited in what I could manage, I had children, dogs, cats and horses. How could I possibly take the trip he proposed? To go would mean the world of old memories relived.
Kyle's Story...Part 1.5 tease
As Kyle finally reclaims his sanity the phone rings. What’s up bee-aa-ch? Who’s this? Your road dog he says. Don’t play games Lance, where the fuck are you and I’m not in the mood for your shit! I just got rid of another troll and I’m running late. If you came over to the other side you might not want to kick him out so fast. You know, when you’re done using and abusing them. Lance is Kyle’s longtime friend. They’ve known each other from childhood. Whereas Kyle loves the girls, Lance loves the boys. Lance has been trying to coax Kyle to the other side for years. He even believes Kyle would be more satisfied if he just gave it a chance.
D E A R D I A R Y, Let’s look at a play-by-play for my first day at my new school. FIRST off my tour guide was a girl named Lindsay. She’s president of the welcome committee, a real uppity type bitch. I wasn’t trying to play into stereotypes, but she fit the bill. As soon as she saw me, I was awarded a nametag that let everyone know I was the new kid on the block. Which, by the way, didn’t phase me at all. Lindsay assumed I would be too embarrassed to keep it on, but I wanted people to see some fresh meat (wink, wink). We walked for what felt like hours; every hallway had an exit that led somewhere and numerous amounts of doors that led to nowhere. It was a maze and, if the opportunity arose, an impossible place to skip class. The last stop was my 2nd-period class, and I have six periods in total. Luckily it was a class in my favourite subject, History.
The Hunt for the ‘D’
I never really felt womanly or feminine. It doesn’t come natural to me. I keep searching for answers on how to be but what is gender anyways, it constantly changes based on the time or person l, it’s really what you want it to be. I just feel like a person , not a woman, lady , girl, female. Although my mindset is stuck in the imitation of what a girl is or should be. And because I don’t know how to do this, no man can ever attempt to pursue me.
The Bad Boy
I look out the window as we head back to the interstate to drive toward the airport. Good thing we only have another hour but then we have to go through security and things like that. I look out at the beautiful view of Idaho as we drive. I will probably never see it again once we get to Georgia.
I spent all day preparing for his visit. A long, hot bath with frankincense essential and Vitamin E oils lingered on my skin. It glistened and was baby soft. The dim lighting of my foyer bounced off of my skin creating a mesmerizing caramel glow irresistible to the strongest of them. I was seated on my black leather loveseat with the lights dim and the candles lit waiting on his knock on the door of my 15th floor condo.