My Journey

I think about my journey quite a bit. We all have one, from that moment we read a story or saw a movie or tv show, and we realized that there was something about that damsel in distress that made us feel a little strange.

Some of us wanted to be that damsel, others wanted to be her rescuer, or the villain, or even just a bystander.

I remember a collection of mystery stories in the bookstore, with a page where a housewife was bound and gagged in her bed. I wandered that store for over a half hour, always looping back and perusing that book over and over again, hoping that no one would notice. And there was that episode of GI Joe where Scarlett got bound in vines... and all those shows my parents would watch where the ladies would find themselves tied up... I liked it, and it had always felt normal to me to like it.

But when my mother found out (that's a story for another day), I felt like I was a disgusting person, a sicko.

It was the worst feeling ever.

I wish I could go back and tell that 15-year-old kid that there was no reason to feel that way, that there's nothing wrong with what he was feeling.

I'm glad we live in a time where what I like is no longer considered dangerously weird. I wonder sometimes if that's helped me be more accepting of other people's differences, having grown up "different" in a much more hidden way.

I do hope that as we move into the world of AI-generated imagery and navigate the ethics of creating these characters in distressing situations, we are all able to be accepting and respectful of those with other sexualities, gender identities, and consensual kinks, and of those people who haven't figured these things out for themselves just yet.

A quick note about consent

I do my best to ensure that I am only creating images that are fantasies to be experienced and shared by consenting adults.

I am all about enthusiastic consent, and safe fantasies and role play.