About Egress

You really want to know about me? Sure, why not.

I'm a man in my thirties, have been reading this kind of materiel for longer than I care to mention, and have a great need to produce it myself.

What I have, and intend to produce, runs in many directions; I'm facinated by coercion, loss of self, B&D, non-consensual sex, even rape. This is NOT to say I condone any non-consensual activities in any way. My writing is often the evil part of my psyche surfacing before I plunge them back down to the lower hell from which they sprung. Japan has the most violent type of entertainment possible; their movies exhibit violence at all levels, their television shows are filled with people in physical or emotional pain, even their comic books depict more bloodshed then the worst Friday the 13th movie, yet their society is safer than ours by orders of magnitude.

I believe this is because they use their entertainment media as a release valve. In a similar vein I will be releasing my own pent-up desires and passions here, and I have some that I really wish I did not.

As a child and again as a teen I was exposed to conditions that no living being should have to endure, though there are those who have survived far worse. I narrowly escaped repeated attempts at rape by two different sets of people at different points in my life. In both cases I escaped with my virginity relatively intact but my mind twisted and my soul cracked by these terrible people.

Yet this horrible memory brings out a twisted wonder about what it would have been like had a kinder, gentler set of people pressed me to satisfy their needs, or softly warmed my own natural desire for the intimacy that they so desperately must have needed. Many years of therapy helps me look at it from a cooler, less hateful perspective, with the strange side-effect of curiosity about forced situations, even occasionally looking rape in the face, though I feel it now as more of a curiosity at why they would do such a thing.

So why "Egress"? No, it's not really a Barnum thing; an egress is a way out. That could be moving from dark to light or back again, or just changing from one thing to another. It is also a metaphor for each and every orafice we have. I like metaphor; it is a way to escape the direct, harsh light to a cooler, darker place. We all need a place away from the real world, and this is my escape; my exit from reality.