It is a bad time to be an abuser of any sort. Fear and run, but you cannot hide, for we see you for what you are. We may have admired your work and praised you and loved you, but no more. A mind that doesn’t recognise consent lacks the aesthetic to paint our eutopia, to wr...
I have to take a moment to dedicate this chapter to Mageddon725, a dear friend who passed away last month. I'm not the only user here who knew him personally, and we might be a small bunch who do, but I have to emphasize what a brilliant person he really