AKA No, you may not get your Mad On For Free  I just recently had a conversation that has me a bit…well…pissed.    Furious, really. So this rant?   This one here?   Gonna be a bit tart. And unlike my normal rants, it's not going to sit for weeks at a time to cool off and lose some of the piquancy. Here’s the thing.    I am getting bloody fucking sick and tired of the phrase, “She knew the risks when she played with me.” This isn’t a “consent violation” rant.   It isn’t a “poo

I’ve seen a few of these online, on Facebook and Fetlife.   So I decided to write my own, and see what rattles the tree.   I actually receive indignant emails about "And So I'm the Bad Guy...” from people who followed from Google or FL.    Because, you know, anonymous people online cursing at me is going to be uber-successful in converting me “back into the fold”.   That said.   Please DeFriend me:  1.  If you demand that I respect your kinks, your politics, your sexual prefe