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Trip, 19
Im Trip and i want ur drips

Comments

jaycummins – Dec 27, 2024
Ok, but you’d have to drive to where I’m at and it would only last for less than half an hour.

Snafu – Dec 27, 2024
I have gf I wan to try sex with guy first time I m vry homofobbic I might beat u up.

Trip (Owner) – Dec 20, 2024
Sorry I was away from the account, pretty stupid of me actually. I just wanted a weird master so bad. Took the chance and got beaten and tortured so badly i was in a hospital for a month. It’s fine. Am back in the game.

Sparkycamp – Nov 16, 2024
I had him come over. I had him change clothes into some loose silk boxers and a pair of shorts, one size smaller than he would normally wear. I pulled the back of his boxers up very high and told him to leave it there. Not only did this tighten the front area and give me preview of his cock it also revealed the length and depth of his asscrack, which was important. He was told if he got an erection while he had these on there would be punishment. I handled and mouthed his cock through the boxers for a few minutes and he successfully stayed soft. Then I put on some hot porn. Within a minute and a half he had failed. I studied his erection for a moment then had him switch into a pair of PVC see-through shorts I acquired off ETSY. Then I turned up the heat. I tied him up, watched him struggle until he had no energy left and then cut the PVC shorts off him using scissors, dyed his hair blond and raped him for hours… which turned into days, each day more extreme than the last.

Trip (Owner) – Nov 11, 2024
Only looking for weird men, the weirder the better. Be weird please!

 

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realdumbstupid, 20
Healthy young man looking to get corrupted and ruin my body. By the time I reach 30, I wish to be nothing more than a lowlife, cigarette smoking drug addict. To know that I could create such feelings of disgust in men excites me beyond measure!

Comments

realdumbstupid (Owner) – Dec 15, 2024
Gladiator 2 is awesome ha ha

realdumbstupid (Owner) – Dec 12, 2024
I love my armpits.

realdumbstupid (Owner) – Dec 8, 2024
My only and bold request is to make me cum. I can cum multiple times, non stop.

realdumbstupid (Owner) – Dec 8, 2024
If you’re interested message me, can start this week and sign a contract.

 

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Sane_and_unselfish, 23
Not to everyone’s taste, I know, but I have photos and video of the boy in the photos dead if anyone’s intere$ted. I have to apologise that he was dead three days so I hope he is not too disgusting to look at as a corpse. I mean he was very cute and you do not see that too often.

He was an escort who died of a heart attack while having sex in a hotel room and was abandoned by his frightened client. Rigor mortis is developing. His arm and legs are completely stiff already.

Rotting away while in a hotel. The observer is now the one being observed, staring like a fish in the freezer with his dull eyes which cannot let any light into the pupils because there is no human anymore, just dead eyes rotting away.

He is already living in heaven. Yes, cute dead escorts are welcome in heaven. That’s why they call it heaven :D.

Comments

isinkships – Dec 2, 2024
He was going to college to become a paramedic.

PerfectAdickshun – Dec 2, 2024
That was Tom. He was somehow like Jack Dawson (Leonardo DiCaprio) in the film Titanic – his face and his movements; not here on the pics but in reality. Fucking him was great!

RealSinister – Dec 2, 2024
By the time this happened he was aged out and trash.

BigBroSmokePig – Dec 2, 2024
FUCK MAN HE WAS STEAMY FUCKIN HOTTER ‘N SHIT BRO ☣️🐽☣️

 

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Knifeslut, 22
Cutting to the chase, I live in Baker Louisiana and looking for someone under 30 to carve me up with a knife.

PLEASE BE IN LOUISIANA AND DO NOT MESSAGE ME IF YOU ARE NOT IN LOUISIANA ONLY PEOPLE FROM LOUISIANA.

If you have a Buck 120 knife and a ghost face mask then please go to town on me.

Comments

Knifeslut (Owner) – Dec 18, 2024
Yes, I’m successful in my professional life, but dealing with immense decision fatigue.

EnjoyLifenow – Dec 18, 2024
You’ve appeared in a fair number of porn videos, haven’t you?

MikeB – Dec 13, 2024
I’m presently locked up at Eastern Kentucky Correctional but I’ll be out soon.

Choke_Me – Dec 7, 2024
@meatchuck – 19, Long Island here, I don’t get to Louisiana too often, but if you’re ever in NY hit me up… Guys love my neck.

meatchuck – Dec 7, 2024
Looking for victim in Louisiana. Will strangle you to death. Contact me here.

 

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besexyatmyfuneral, 20
On a layover in Miami for 24 hrs chloroform me and make me miss my plane.

Comments

besexyatmyfuneral (Owner) – Dec 23, 2024
My excuse is it seems spiritual.

Rawjack – Dec 23, 2024
I have just a question, no judgement. What is the sexual attraction of getting chloroformed? Even to the point you’ll quite likely never leave Miami?

mikeyroulette – Dec 23, 2024
Hell yeah! I once had a teen hustler ask me if I liked having sex with a passed out underaged slut? I sure did!

 

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Here_goes_nothing, 20
Hi, I have arrived to London from Manchester with my 20yo slave.
I can send him to you to train.

Completely smooth masc twink (laser).
9/10 body
equipped with hot ass and 8in cock
7/10 face
stern, dead eyed, dyed blond hair

He’ll be wearing a hood at all times

I send him to who will:
– Respect my property
– Train his ass for depth: he’ll have toys
– Follow my scenario/script
– Take pics of him with ass gaping
– Take your pleasure with his body but not his mouth
– You’ll want to upholster your couch with his anal membranes but you can’t

Comments

Here_goes_nothing (Owner) – Dec 16, 2024
He also smokes a lot and is willing to talk about smoking or I can send videos or pictures of him smoking.

Here_goes_nothing (Owner) – Dec 13, 2024
For bi couples who want children, I voluntarily give his sperm for a pregnancy. Of course I will force him to help finance the child if you want, but only for a maximum of 3 women.

spongy047 – Dec 9, 2024
Hello Sir, I have dreamt and craved fucking your slave for as long as I can remember … I have tried to put that feeling aside, but it always comes back stronger than ever. It is at my very core!! I NEED to fuck your slave … no limits, no safe words … true and absolute hedonism. It’s time … i am beyond ready to take this step. PLEASE consider me.

Here_goes_nothing (Owner) – Dec 7, 2024
He used to be a slave for a Black Master when he was 11. It was complicated.

 

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CursedLeon, 19
I’ve learnt how to do self mummification with plaster casting. Still need help with my head. Human sculpture anyone?

Comments

Homie777 – Dec 16, 2024
He is pointlessly well hung.

CursedLeon (Owner) – Dec 7, 2024
I have been looking for this for months and months but every one plays too much games I swear to god.

CursedLeon (Owner) – Dec 5, 2024
Just in case you have any funny ideas of killing me a security camera is placed in the corridor for my own safety.

 

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huff, 21
I’m a popper huffer. No sex. I am not a boy who sparkles. Only interested in being a no limit popper huffer. Be ruthless. Be mean. Fry my brain 🧠😵‍💫 and watch me turn full Tard ♥️ I drool a lot. 💯 Drop your address and I’m there.

Comments

huff – Dec 19, 2024
Could’ve fooled me.

Stradivarius – Dec 19, 2024
If you wait until he’s unresponsive to finger snaps and want to fuck him, and I strangely did, it’s not like he’ll ever know.

huff (Owner) – Dec 3, 2024
I don’t care about my personality.

The-Masked-Master – Dec 3, 2024
If it’s not obvious from his photos he’s already pretty low wattage upstairs so it’s not like you’re making him a retard from scratch.

 

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cuteboyalways, 19
Probably another app the sad local pathetic snitches will get me banned from as they have nothing better to do with their sad pathetic judgemental lives.

(Should say I identify as straight when it comes to romantic relationships but with regards to bdsm i would say sexual orientation for me doesn’t exist.)

Capturing/using/abusing a certain young guy (son of a friend, pictured) has been something I’ve wanted to do for YEARS but have never had the courage to go for it. Some advice would be great on how to finally say fuck it and do something I desperately want to do.

To avoid guilt I would make him a GIMP, kept covered in latex/leather/rubber, hooded, blindfolded, have his holes plugged but also easily accessible, strip him of his identity and looks and train him to serve as a faceless object. I could literally cum just from the mental image of that alone.

Are you being asked to advise on an illegal act? Technically yes. Would my friend care if his son was enslaved by me? I seriously doubt it.

Comments

Andrea – Dec 9, 2024
He’s a bunch of Taylor Swift’s lyrics glued together.

Klein – Dec 6, 2024
He’s one of the moderators of the Reddit group taylorsupremacy so …

 

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WhoAmIToYou, 20
Hi. Welcome to the ultimate submissive. Here is a list of how I serve. If interested please message me:

Thank you for contacting Lewis Services. Please choose which option you’d like today by stating the name of the representative.

Adam (for administrative assistance)
Axel (for ass play)
Bobby (for adult baby)
Boy (for domination)
Charlie (for chores)
Cunt (for cum control)
Eddie (for errands)
Faye (for female play)
Freddie (for foot worship)
Greg (for group use)
Harry (for hostage)
It (for objectification)
Jorge (for hypnosis)
Taylor (for torture)
Tommy (for toilet)
Zero (for branding, piercing, tattooing, selling, bondage, rape, shaving, punishing with or without reason, putting in chastity, using as a toilet, enduring extreme pain, beaten up and punched hard everywhere including his face)

I uploaded a photo to make you erect.

Comments

Andreyyy – Dec 20, 2024
If I were more into hairless smooth twinks to fist and milk dry and eat mouth with no mercy Axel would be my favorite find of all time.

annn – Dec 15, 2024
I have had fun with Jorge gay to gay and it was very awesome.

StraightToFemme – Dec 8, 2024
I recommend Boy and Tommy. I don’t recommend Faye.

thefrog – Dec 1, 2024
I have had some absolutely amazing times with the amazing Greg.

 

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Ticklemetodeath, 18
I want someone to tickle me to death 🥵

Here are my starter ticklish points on a scale from 1 to 10. 🥵🥵🥵
7- upper inner thighs
7- lower inner thighs
5- under knees
9- ankles
70-heels
6- ears
6- chin/neck
8-nipples
9- pits
80- stomach
8- hips
11- groin

Here are my death spots 😵ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ⚰️
100☠️- dick/head
100☠️- urethra/pee hole
100☠️- inside urethra/inside pee hole
100☠️- inside asshole
100☠️- inside rectum
100☠️- inside colon
100☠️- underneath my toenails

Comments

Ticklemetodeath (Owner) – Dec 12, 2024
Please stop trying to psychoanalyze this and make it a bigger deal than it has to be.

IDG-AF – Dec 11, 2024
Your profile text is just disgusting and abhorrent 👎👎👎

SuspiciousMe – Dec 4, 2024
Young and no plans for the future, what went wrong in his life that he puts a profile like that online?

 

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DumbBlonde, 21
I’m DumbBlonde. I’m from a small town in Denmark. I’m every dumb blond boy you’ve ever wanted. My body doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the world and to everyone I meet. I don’t do bondage, but faceslaps and very rough sex is great. I don’t do fisting, but I take other objects like dildos, bottles and vegetables, etc. On the neg side I have mild autism, shaky hands, back problems, migraines. Please don’t hate DumbBlonde.

Comments

batman – Dec 20, 2024
I say pspsps to trash bags bc his eyes suck

ed_thatsmyname – Dec 17, 2024
I got so bored, I played a game with his balls. Do you know morse code? I hit his left ball for a dot, hit the right ball for a dash.

ScottishRubberBear – Dec 12, 2024
Thanks to me his pathetic ass now holds the hottest pussy in town.

DumbBlonde (Owner) – Dec 8, 2024
Where’s the gamers.

hornybatman – Dec 4, 2024
He has two holes and likes to be bred. What more could you ask for?

DutchGuy1977 – Dec 4, 2024
What a disappointment this boy’s ass is! Shameful really.

 

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iknowyouwantthis, 22
Looking for some cooking. Slave I’m gripping in the photo is the food, you’re the stove. He’s also an olfactophiliac. He’s 20. He’s one helluva guy, yeah.

Had to make a new account cause my other one was freaking people out.

Comments

iknowyouwantthis (Owner) – Dec 26, 2024
Move on, folks. Nothing to see here.

iknowyouwantthis (Owner) – Dec 22, 2024
Gone fishing.

iknowyouwantthis (Owner) – Dec 17, 2024

Angst – Nov 16, 2024
True. Refrigerated human meat should be eaten within four days.

whatdoesntkillyou – Nov 16, 2024
Question: I’ve heard refrigerated human meat is safe to eat for four days.

iknowyouwantthis (Owner) – Nov 16, 2024
You’re not into eating him keep scrolling.

jaylove – Nov 16, 2024
Give love a chance.

 

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ChaseTheDream, 18
Looking to be a gay pornstar one day but for the time being I am a slave in Stoke-on-Trent for bdsm or other kinks 💉🩸🐷😈.

Also if anybody wants to own me as a slave do contact me and I will set a price.

Comments

ChaseTheDream (Owner) – Dec 19, 2024
Lost all interest in daily life.

MasterIvan – Dec 14, 2024
I have thoroughly mind controlled and brainwashed him to perfection. He is a loyal sex object of pure, unthinking obedience that is utterly pervasive and complete, so deeply conditioned that disobedience is not just impossible but unimaginable. There is no longer any independence in him and he is completely docile in every way. I’m interested in sharing him with dominants who have no fear of exploring these lack of depths with me.

ChaseTheDream (Owner) – Dec 2, 2024
Now the owned slave property of master Ivan but he wants me to get fucked by 3 to 6 other alphas every day.

BiGuyBreeder – Nov 30, 2024
I loved this boy’s slutty hole, I really mean it. I loved shooting my babies in a place where hundreds (or even thousands) of other men have shot. It got me into that primal mode where I don’t view the holes I’m fucking as people. I blocked out the rest of the world and totally focused on the hole. Fingers, fist, tongue, dick, toys. Bonus points to him for being someone I especially didn’t give the tiniest shit about.

schlonggg – Nov 26, 2024
I raped his boy pussy until his brain was gone and he was nothing but rape meat.

HAAF – Nov 22, 2024
I paid him $50, got him fucked up on drugs and raped him.

 

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your_mind, 19
I like relationship between boy and father
Strict, violent father age 50 and up
Make me scream
Give me a new experience that I won’t ever forget or be able to stop coming back to
Make it hurt

Comments

your_mind (Owner) – Dec 18, 2024
Started wearing panties

Superiorlord34 – Dec 13, 2024
it ll be an honor for you bastard. i ll also write on ur body with marker pen. now slut, show me that u have some brain, even though small, and give me ideas: 10 bad words to write on ur body. u ll wear rubber. i wont let u wear leather, it is for real men. i can wear both leather and rubber but u ll wear only rubber as a pig.
i know ur now wanking that useless faggot cock, admit it boy.
yeah of course bitch. my fucking dirty socks and when we return home after walking outside, u ll prepare ur cocktail by using them and i ll add cum, spit and piss too and put it in the fridge. after an hour, u ll beg me to drink it and wank ur cock and cum.
good bitch, from now on everyday u message me and ask for my orders and beg me to humiliate you fucking cunt.
now faggot, ur allowed to cum, use ur socks like a condom and fill them with ur worthless cum.

your_mind (Owner) – Dec 3, 2024
I love duct tape
My favorite color is silver

 

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Notimportantnow, 18
I was sexually abused for many years as a child by my father from the age of 6 to 13. Due to a recent new incident as a victim of sexual abuse i started counselling. One of my biggest frustrations is that i cannot recall having any negative feelings during my abuse as a child. This makes that i cannot place the abuse within my life. My counselor insists on how my long-term treatment is going to fail if I don’t do that. Are there other guys out there with the same experience? Can you help please.

Comments

BBBxCumDumpster – Dec 17, 2024
Abuse is in the intent, not the act.

Dart – Dec 7, 2024
I Am So Very ALONE. 😶‍🌫️ NO Friend, No Family, No Meaning, No Motivation. I’m not doing good at all. 😖😓😥😐😑🔋💀 So i have NO More Care, to be that Morally inclined Man. Now I just want to put you in severe Pain, and make you all feel the agony of what’s in my head.

PigLookingForLove – Dec 16, 2024
You’re a big talker, and good for you, though what may have seemed rough and intense for you may have been less than that for him. Either way, I hope he got what he needed.

Notimportantnow (Owner) – Dec 16, 2024
My father would fuck me until I couldn’t stand it anymore then show me how it felt when he fucked me way beyond that point until he had ALL he wanted, and any resistance from me was met with deaf ears. He would put on a shoulder length rubber glove, lube it up, put his arm as far as he could up my rectal passage, then pull it in and out several times cleaning the shit out with each stroke, until he could get shoulder deep. Sometimes he would pause and give our dog a taste.

hntnhole – Dec 16, 2024
A son receiving sex from his father is one of the most thrilling ways they “connect” with each other imaginable – at least to me.

Bimarried001 – Dec 16, 2024
Negative feelings? Sexual abuse is more a reward for being a good cute, sexy son. At least in my opinion.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Steeqhen, Congrats on finishing your game. I should have mine finished in a day or so if I can manage to destroy a bunch of flying kamikaze origami planes before they destroy my origami plane which I have not being able to do yet. I really should at least poke my head into a gym one of these days and see it looks like. Is it the Graham Robb Rimbaud biography? That one is quite good, as I remember.. Everybody seems to be liking ‘Nosferatu’ — well, not everybody — so have fun. My weekend wasn’t much to write home about, but it passed the time. I’m pretend NYE isn’t happening other than remembering to buy food for tomorrow today. It’s very cold here, and the forecast predicts even colder next week, but the French weather forecasts are the epitome of unreliable. ** jay, Hi. Oh, cool, glad it hit you. ‘Autoportrait’ is way up there, for sure. His ‘Suicide’ is also very, very good if you haven’t read that one. ‘They don’t like the idea of hetero women being into gay sex’: !?!? That’s some serious control-freakdom right there. ‘Empusium’, no, but I’m guessing I should? Nice sounding level that you’re in. Mario is trying over and over without success to destroy fast approaching origami jet fighters and protect origami Bowser’s flying castle before it explodes, and I’m this close to giving up, but he won’t let me. HNY, pal. Do anything raucous? ** Misanthrope, If you’re trying to get me to feel sympathy for Bezos, you have failed, sir. All I know is we had to raise just over 400k to shoot our film, and it didn’t get even the slightest bit easier once we’d managed to raise 200k. Happy late birthday to David! Can I infer from your tone that he’s doing at least somewhat better than he had been? Please tell me you took that poor mouse somewhere sufficiently distant outside and released it to pursue its innocent, relatively harmless life. Or don’t tell me if you didn’t, I guess. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, B. She is prolific, and I guess it goes to show you that being prolific isn’t necessarily the road to popular success. All power to your immune system. Don’t take NYE as a license to go all willy-nilly. ** James, Writing can be mentally orgasmic. Even when you’re writing about the opposite of sex. Trust me. I’m so sorry, man, about the dripping nasal thing or post-dripping. What does that mean: ‘post-nasal drip’? I mean the drips are post-nasal because they’ve left your nose, but there must be more to the term than that. I think my transpositions from film -> literature have been successful, yes. The makers of the films I learned from might not agree though. It’s not imitation, it’s mutation. Uh, I don’t think of film vs. novel in a hierarchical way. Films have given novels stiff competition, I guess. I think if anything has reduced the novel’s reach, it’s non-fiction. People want to read non-fiction much more now. And they seem to want fiction to be autobiographical aka non-fiction. Hence, the whole ‘autofiction’ boom. It was International Donut Day a few weeks ago, and I missed it. I’m in relative, occasional touch with my sister. I don’t speak to one of my brothers because he’s a complete prick, and my other brother is a far right conspiracy theory dude these days, so we don’t exactly get along. I know you seem to get along with your brother albeit via withholding certain secrets. Gide. I assume you read ‘The Counterfeiters’? That’s the #1 Gide in my book. I hope that however you choose to party tonight it’s a hell of a party. ** Daniel, Hi, Daniel! It was very lovely to get to see you even briefly at the Church or former Church, I guess. You, of course, have the best resolutions. I don’t even have one. But I still have hours left to think of one. Or several. Blahblah, always a sparkling treat to see you, sir. Big night for you tonight, I infer. ** Lucas, Enjoy your friends and even the scariness. Scariness = adrenaline, which can feel really good if controlled properly. I hope you woke up all perky. It’s really cold here. My feet are freezing. I need to put on socks. Excuse me. ** Steve, I hear people talk about Car Seat Headrest on occasion, so I guess they’re still a potent cult force. Hm, is that true about there being more out queer female artists than men? I wonder what it means? I wonder if the ratio is different in, say, film? My guess is … yes? Tomorrow? I’m seeing a visiting friend who’s also one of the ‘actors’ in ‘Room Temperature’. I think just for coffee since I think Paris will be pretty shut down tomorrow otherwise. No, I’m not interested in ‘Nosferatu’. After suffering through ‘The Lighthouse, Eggers has become filmmaker-non-grata for me. I figured it’s 90% cinematography. And completely unoriginal cinematography. But that’s mostly what the buzz film chasing set wants, so … ** HaRpEr, Yeah, I really love how the act of writing and the act of reading are so close to being the same experience with the only difference being that one outputs and the other inputs. I feel like no other medium is equivalent in that sense, but I don’t know. I was insanely lucky to find in Zac someone who wants and is interested in almost the exact same things I do. I think that must be unbelievably rare. With Gisele, it was always her work and my contributing its language element, so the collaboration had that organisation, and I found it comfortable. When I thought up the title ‘The Sluts’, I was absolutely certain that there had to have been one or even many books titled ‘The Sluts’, but I searched far and wide and, as far as I could tell, there had never been a book called ‘The Sluts’. I couldn’t believe it. ‘The Melancholy of Resistance’ is amazing, yeah. Tarr’s shorter films are really worth watching to try him out. I’ve still never managed to sit through the entire ‘Satantango’, but I will one of these days. List making is a great fall back. Yeah, I mean, let that complicated sadness hit you if it makes you write. Or that’s my policy aka George Miles. ** Tyler Ookami, Hi. Very interesting: ‘I really have trouble “seeing” through one libido without having it tainted by its counterpart.’ Do you feel that with visual erotic/porn too? I don’t know ‘A Field in England’ but maybe I’ll watch it as an antidote. HNY! ** Darby𓃱𓃱$$$, Giraffes and dollar signs are almost like identical twins, or, well, fraternal twins. ‘PLOT’ sounds kind of maybe useful. No, I’ve never thrown up after a roller coaster, but I’ve definitely felt like I was going to. But only after roller coasters where you lie flat or where the cars spin. I will not do those anymore. You? Oil pastels sound promising. Mm, when I sign books I sometimes make a skull and crossbones, and I think that’s the only times I draw anymore. Sad. I thought I had done a post on Louis Wain, but I just checked the archives, and I haven’t! Okay, self-assignment thanks to you. Keep your eyes peeled. I 100% agree with your idea and reasoning for why we should all reunite! Have a good or even great Eve of 2025. ** Right. The slaves and I wish you a very happy and wild New Year’s Eve, and I’ll see you on the first day of 2025.

 

‘Something Wrong with Her is a memoir told in linked essays, with each chapter a kind of formal experiment. Essay titles include “I Write as a Charlatan,” “Interlude: Subtone: I Say Scared, You Say Scary,” and “Riffing: Girls with Long Dark Hair”; these titles point both to a jazz term (interludes, subtones, riffing) and the overarching theme of writing one’s sexual history. These experiments attempt to replicate the feeling and form of jazz via language. Too, each essay-chapter is comprised of literal traces of previous selves: fiction taken from Mazza’s other published works, emails, fragments from her diary, photos and marginalia.

‘Jazz is a cerebral form, yes, but it’s also an embodied one — aficionados discuss its coolness, its soulfulness, its heart. What powers this hybrid, fragmented text is the existential tension between mind and body. Mazza struggles to wrap her head around what seems to come so intuitively to others: how to live sensually in a body. Her language resists the sensory, a neat trick when done in the mode of creative nonfiction.

‘Contemporary essays and memoirs both are often saturated with details of body and place. Consider the rough-hewn descriptions of Cheryl Strayed’s Wild: the backpack that digs into shoulders and hips, sloughing off flesh; the narrator pausing on her trek to have sizzling sex with a stranger. Mazza’s form resembles jazz, yes, in its precision and improvisation on a theme. But it also resembles the mental control executed by the jazz musician as she riffs on but never loses her melody: every word chosen points back to its maker’s struggle to access the world by way of the body.

‘This cerebral focus is the book’s great strength. Mazza’s intellect is incisive — at times bordering on cruelty toward her former self — as she burrows deep into her psyche to uncover what in other memoirs might be referred to as the originary trauma: a failed sexual encounter with the man she retroactively anoints the love of her life. Mazza refuses to read this moment as being a site of origin, or of being irrevocably traumatic, however. She seeks out this man years later, then rewrites the lost years they might have shared as an obsessive wrestling with their relationship’s dissolution.

‘Something Wrong with Her leaves unconfessed whether Mazza ultimately reuinites with her former lover, or if the string of heartfelt emails they exchange is all there is or ever will be. Its subtitle, a memoir in real time, necessitates this final opacity — a happy ending would resolve on a major chord, and this book, rightly, ends on a minor seventh. In this choice, I hear Dederer’s plaint, that “if questioning can’t be part of expressing female desire, that is a diminishment.” Mazza’s work, via form and content, occupies a space of existential doubt: how do we write through both the mind and the body? How does the act of writing and compiling our past selves influence who we get to be in the present? And how does women’s writing about sex especially foreground these difficulties?’ — Brooke Wonders

 

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Further

Cris Mazza Site
Cris Mazza @ Twitter
Lust as Violent as a Hernia
There’s Nothing Funny About Not Being Able to Orgasm
Cris Mazza interviewed @ Bookslut
On Losing It and Other Chick Stuff
A Catalogue of Possible Forewords
“Are We Ready to Read Cris Mazza Yet?”
An Alt-X Interview with Cris Mazza
Fixing “What’s Wrong”
Cris Mazza @ FC2
Didn’t Say No
Is It Sexual Harassment Yet?
Feature Illustrations: Cris Mazza Memoirs
How Cris Mazza Became a Writer
Q & A with Cris Mazza
“Many Ways to Get It, Many Ways to Say It”
Buy ‘Something Wrong with Her’

 

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Extras

Cris Mazza – 1989 APSU Reading

Trailer: Anorgasmia, a film by Cris Mazza and Vitale

College of DuPage – Writers Read Series: Cris Mazza

 

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Interview
from The New Inquiry

 

Megan Milks: The forensic methods you adopt in this memoir are fascinating, especially from a writer’s perspective — you frequently turn to your fiction as evidence for how you have understood or made sense of your life, and the people in it, often on the same pages in which you turn to old journal entries for similar insight. Do you see your fiction as a form of life-writing?

Cris Mazza: My fiction should be able to stand on its own, without a reader’s knowledge of my life, and be or say whatever it’s going to be or say as an entity. So far, from critical reviews through my career, it has and does — often surprising me with the nuances and ideas critics locate. But fiction, mine or anyone else’s, can be life-writing if one looks at it purposely in that way, and with the various spotlights provided by other kinds of artifacts: letters, journals, memories, other people’s memoirs, etc. Or, seen another way: A writer’s fiction is just one more artifact to examine in excavating that writer’s life.

At first I went back to my fiction to help stimulate my memory about the events that had provoked the stories or novels. That helped some, but laying the fiction side-by-side with journal entries, letters, and my memory (the most flawed of my tools) allowed me to look at what I’d done to the experience to make it work as fiction. For the most part the utilization, the changes, do make the fictional unit work better as a story, a novel, as art. But even when the alterations, additions, deletions, etc. are for the benefit of the fiction, looking at specific choices when turning experience into fiction showed layers of my relationship with the experience at the time.

For much of your career you’ve been known as a sexual provocateur — this memoir is provocative and tell-all in a much different way. Was it a difficult decision to commit to this project? What led you to tell this story now?

“It” was in every layer of life: friends, social/professional networks before those on the internet, conferences, students, student work, other forms of manuscript reading, and now Facebook, blogs, and — always present — published works. “It” being: open, free, uninhibited, hungry, and complete female sexuality, not just flagrantly (and insultingly) used by advertisers, but imbued in the sensibilities of women, in how they talked, related personal stories, presented themselves: sexual beings whose lives were made complete by it. Like anyone who got tired of responding one way when you feel another, enough was enough.

Since I came of age long after the ’60s sexual revolution, there was no “honor” or “virtue” in the status of being a virgin. I read the breakout books of the next generation, notably Fear of Flying. It’s appropriate that the word “Fear” came in the title, but Erica Jong’s character was not afraid of sexual contact. I saw, in reading, only women who were frustrated by being unfulfilled by unimaginative sex partners, by stultifying marriages, by being defined by a stereotype of female sexuality with no encouragement for them to express their true sexuality. I saw women who knew what they wanted sexually, who were bold enough to seek it, who still retained the vulnerabilities of being human but were made more complete — even powerful — by the completeness of their sexual experiences. This was before the onslaught of memoirs, and before memoirs ventured into incest and sexual abuse. Even when sex was hurting women, the “recovery” part of their stories seemed to include a road to sexual completeness. When memoirs entered the territory of sexual excess, it wasn’t always the case that sexuality was hurting women. Women were now powerful: the sexual surrogates, the dominatrix, the sex workers, portraying their careers enthusiastically without claiming to be victims.

Then using delight in sex became many women’s way of expressing themselves on every topic. It seemed as though one had to reveal how lusty or orgasmic they were no matter the subject being responded to. Pretending anymore was no longer an option for me. I started to get bitchy (if I even joined a Facebook thread), but there’s no isolation like hiding what you really feel (or don’t feel).

Something Wrong with Her is many things at once: an investigation of your sexuality and sexual history, an analysis of past relationships, an excavation of your journals and stories, a performative memoir…It’s also in many ways a collaborative love story — your lover/friend Mark becoming not just your frequent addressee but also a participant in the writing of the book. Why was it important that Mark become a co-author in certain moments?

The true importance of having Mark participate in the book was a lucky (but predictable) side effect to how natural it was that he should be included. Earlier on, every time Mark responded to something I told him about writing the book, usually a remembered event or person I was focusing on, his responses — question or comment but frequently both — would alter and add to where I thought I was going with all of this. With his written comments (in email) being not only enough to prod me, affect me, change me as I wrote, but also so thoroughly him in character, it almost seemed a shortcut to include him in his own words than to try to describe and characterize him. Besides, he was participating in the book, and it was a book “meant to be read while it was being written,” so how could I not include Mark while and in the ways in which he participated? The final way being to proofread a finished draft and comment on anything more that provoked him. Or maybe that’s not even the final participation, as Mark expressed things in his genre when he played the featured saxophone solos for the jazz suite that was commissioned to accompany this book.

Mark says: I had wanted to tell her what I was thinking for 30 years. Having it be important enough to put into a book, and then to even share in shaping that book, was, at the same time, like a fantasy and as natural as the first email, when I said “Some things have happened that I want to tell you about.”

If the book is one “meant to be read while it was being written” — and, it seems, is still being written, as it’s being read — I’m wondering how you see this kind of approach, which seems to resist interpretive closure, in relation to the formal demands of the memoir, given that the genre seems to necessitate closure of some kind. In particular, how do you see your memoir departing from other memoirs of sexuality and sexual abuse, which so often (as you note above) end in sexual completeness and sexual fulfillment?

Yes, and they also usually end in some kind of new self-understanding, new self-acceptance, new way of approaching sexuality — some form of emerging on the other side of whatever experience it was. On the one hand, I can understand a notion that one ought not write a book until a vital experience or phase of life is complete so that the author/narrator can have the distance to see the whole picture. On the other hand, for me, there was no way to “complete” the experience of anorgasmia. Plus, more importantly, the process of writing the book itself was part of the experience, maybe the most important part of the experience, since without the probing, without the going back to find then discuss it with Mark, so many of the ideas and almost-answers I did discover would have never been there for me to have distance from to put into a big picture, as unresolved a big picture as it may still be. Female sexual dysfunction is almost a non-experience, the opposite of an adventure that you have, then process, then write about. Maybe I also see writing — in the circular, obsessive way this book was written — to be somewhat the opposite of idealized sex, which suggests one shouldn’t be clogging things up with thinking but just doing. I don’t know about closure. I think it’s something we’ve invented to pacify the realization that stress and anxiety and fear and regret are part of being an adult.

In an essay on The Rumpus, you point out the ways in which (certain kinds of) sexuality and sexualization are culturally privileged, rendering stories like yours invisible. The asexual community, which (largely) defines an asexual as someone who does not experience sexual attraction, has done a lot of political work around divorcing asexual experience from sexual dysfunction; and around validating asexuality as a legitimate sexual identity and viable lifestyle. My agenda here is not to suggest that you are/could be asexual — rather, I am wondering what connections you might see between asexuality/asexual politics and your relationship to sexuality and sexual politics.

I don’t think I was trying to carve out a definable identity of the anorgasmic that can be duly recognized and take its place alongside other recognized identity groups. Forming groups as such seems to have a political reasoning, as you suggest, and I’m not sure my relationship with sexuality is political. True, culture in general sets aside the asexual if every message — about anything — is based on sexual desire and desirability. Even the weather channel has girls in sexy dresses telling us the forecast. But the same could be said about obesity, or other forms of being classically unattractive — sexual culture has to ignore them. Except, no, they are bombarded by a part of sexual culture — advertising — in that it is assumed those groups have a hunger to join the culture of the “sexy.” That’s why I am uncertain where I belong. Do I wish I were different than I am, sexually? This would mean I view my sexual identity as being inoperative or malfunctioning, rather than my sexual identity simply being different from the culturally privileged one. And yes, the title of my book, in fact, puts my attitude there. And if my “problem” is rooted in personal psychology — without a sound traumatic reason — then there’s not even the “victim” group to give me political posture. Basically, I was in what felt to be a terra incognita, isolated. Perhaps asexual individuals likewise lived in a similar kind of isolation and could band together with the sexually dysfunctional the way the gay and lesbian communities banded with the transgender community. It’s related but not exactly the same..

Basically, my relationship to sexual politics is that I wanted to stop pretending, and finally said, “Hey, what about me!” That sounds like a conclusion many different identities have come to.

Your comment about not being in the “victim” group here seems important. I listened to your radio interview on “Ask Dr. Love” with Dr. Jamie Turndorf, and I was struck by her urge to read your narrative through the lens of trauma and victimization — something you resist quite strongly in the book, and continued to resist during the interview. What is at stake when it comes to understanding your dysfunction as rooted or not in trauma?

One thing immediately at stake for me is Mark. If I were to cry “victim,” then he would be one of the victimizers. No, this isn’t like an awful Harlequin romance where a woman falls in love with her rapist. We weren’t rapist and victim, we were two kids. He was as scared and inexperienced as I was. I don’t know what it’s like to be an 18-year-old boy filled with so much urgency, feeling the pressures and influences and expectations he got from his environment. He was clumsy, he was overzealous, he was following cues he’d seen and heard, even taunts he’d received about incompetence. The same thing might have turned another girl off, made another girl laugh, led another girl to acquiesce, and another girl to show him a better way. But I panicked, then spent years obsessing on my panic. That alone has to be half the problem.

I say this in full cognizance of the football-team rapes and drunken-party rapes filmed on cellphones, passed around, and the victim further punished. Perhaps there’s more behavior like that in recent years because of what their culture has taught them about their status and entitlements. Unlike the first boy I’d gone with, Mark stopped as soon as I bolted. Dr. Turndorf was right about that first boy who played rape games. Just my bad luck that I was so skittish to start with, and then had him as my first boy-girl experience. Mark never had a chance for anything but disaster.

You spoke in the interview of the tremendous shame that women with anorgasmia and FSD experience in a hypersexual culture, and this is something you address in the Rumpus essay as well. The words themselves — anorgasmia, dysfunction, frigidity, “something wrong with her” — seem to droop with negativity. Is there any way to look at FSD or anorgasmia in positive terms? What if we were to consider these experiences of sexuality as simply more examples of sexual diversity rather than more examples of bodies that need to be “fixed”?

A person born with no legs — like the Olympic runner from Australia — may be an example of body diversity. But a person who experiences a spine injury and becomes paraplegic … would he or she dream of a fix? So, yes, I would see asexuality as sexual diversity. And I admit, something must have been missing from me from the beginning because the fabled “curiosity” that is supposed to drive girls, or whatever physical urges are supposed to overwhelm us in puberty did not happen. Which helped feed my fear when faced with my earliest intimate situations which led that first boy to report on my inadequacy to his friends. Which fed my sense that something was wrong with me. There seems no way out of this circle. Nurture or nature? Which one do we fix?

There are a number of recent or forthcoming books that seem aimed at exploring sex from less, well, “sexy” perspectives. A book by Sophie Fontanel called The Art of Sleeping Alone has recently been translated into English; in the academic world, queer theorist Annamarie Jagose has a new book called Orgasmology that, among other things, considers the fake orgasm to be a productive and valuable invention (as opposed to merely a symptom of sexual repression or bad sex), and Benjamin Kahan has a forthcoming book titled Celibacies. Meanwhile, asexuality is starting to get attention: there’s Anthony Bogaert’s book, Understanding Asexuality, the first on the subject, and my own co-edited volume Asexualities: Feminist and Queer Perspectives, due out in March. Where does your memoir fit into all this? Are we entering a new cultural moment for thinking about sex?

I’d like to think we are, and I’d love to be part of it. I was never really part of any of the other transformative moments concerning sex, and I so wondered why it was all happening outside of the bubble I apparently lived in. As I mentioned, the sexual revolution of the 60s was before I could’ve participated (although many precocious children my age might’ve been there for that). Then the feminist/sexual-liberation movement in the ’70s, spearheaded by Betty Dodson, famous for her group techniques with nude women sitting in a circle with mirrors, learning how to masturbate. Even when Nancy Friday was collecting narratives of women’s sexual fantasies in the ’70s and ’80s, I couldn’t have participated; my personal fantasies were unambiguously physical comfort, not sexual abandon or curiosity. Meanwhile, by the early ’80s, my fiction was being labeled transgressively sexual. But in my fiction there was almost always a joyless or otherwise grim tone, and the sex fraught with various forms of dysfunction I’ve not experienced — from violence to power transactions, from cold objectification to punishment, and sometimes just a garden-variety warped search for validation.

But part of me is skeptical of the atmosphere changing in a good way. When I was in my 20s and 30s, I thought someday the progressive political values I and everyone I knew held would prevail, because “we” would come of age as far as leading the country, and the racist, religious, classist attitudes would dwindle into a minority. What a disillusionment. Mainstream culture has come a long way in incorporating ideas and attitudes of gay and lesbian sexuality into its love of “sexiness,” but a person who doesn’t crave or hasn’t ever really enjoyed (or even fears) sex? What can this culture do with that? The books you list show there are pioneers out there, and, again, I’d be beyond honored if I were to be considered among them.

 

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Book

Cris Mazza Something Wrong With Her
Jaded Ibis Press

‘Something Wrong With Her turns away from the bogus story of what’s sexually ‘hot’ to finally tell the story of what’s real and human: the other bodies who don’t fit into this culture of idiotic faux sexual excess. By articulating the chronicle of her own body, Cris Mazza successfully seduces us into questioning the libidinal fictions we’ve been telling ourselves about our own bodies. Beyond brave writing.’ — Lidia Yuknavitch

 

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I’m sure I’ve said this before, but when I first discovered serious lit as a young teen, the vast majority of writers that excited me were dead, and I always imagined writing things that some kid in the future would find and be able to enter and appreciate without having to deal with a bunch of contemporaneous noise and factors surrounding the work. Oh shit, that Mike Kelley wall text is a horror. Mike would literally strangle whoever wrote that to death if he was alive. Jesus. ** Arla, Hi, Arla. Welcome! It’s really good to meet you. Sucks about the insomnia. Lack of enough sleep is my worst nightmare, or, well, one of the worst. You sounded totally cogent, if that helps. Lucky you and your sister to have had each other, obviously. And having had surroundings to run wild in. I play video games, and they’re kind of like jigsaw puzzles in a weird way, or the ones I like are. Thank you a lot about the blog. Please feel free to come and talk any time. It would be a pleasure. 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