REAL Mom & Son Incest Story, by user GiveMeTimeToAct on Reddit I have been debating myself between if I should or should not share my family history, but to be honest reading other stories helped me out accepting my incest desires. So I hope this helps anyone out there.
Just one thing before starting .. This is my true story, and it may be long, sorry but things didn’t really happen in a blink of an eye, I hope you in enjoy it.
So beginning with my mother… Well my mother is not only gorgeous but she is also fucking sexy, about her description she is what people in US may call a brunette, dark hair, light skinned with brown eyes. As I mentioned she is very hot, and very sexy, and it has probably been a curse for her, she has a great figure, a very beautiful face and a very great body as an outcome of tons of exercise since I could remember… And of course she has a nice ass but what really makes her stand out are her tits, man she has the greatest pair of tits, round and perfect. Just imagine her as one of those very hot girls that works as hostess in restaurants or clubs, because that was actually her job for some time…. But now with details of our story my mom is only 36 years old, she had my bigger brother when she was only 15 years old and got pregnant by her high school boyfriend, who of course did not take any responsibility for my brother, so then my mom had my brother with some support from our grandparents, it’s needed to say that we come from a low income family, so we didn’t have many luxuries. Later when my mom was 17 she was already really hot again, so she started working as a model, at a very low level nothing really big just local events at malls and things like that.
So then at 18 she got pregnant again, but now from an older and married man, so again of course he did not take any responsibility for me or for my mother, this time my grandfather weren’t really that supportive. After a couple of years after my birth my mother had to take different jobs to support us, my grandfather helped us get a home but that was that. So as you can imagine we did not have much money lying around.
Years passed and between a couple of bad experiences with boyfriends my mom grew a lot of distrust for any estrange man.
Then 2 years ago, and with just a couple of days after I turned 16, I finally realized how hot my mother was, or at least I started to see her as a woman and not only as my mom and this is where my story began, although my mother hasn’t really been a model of monogamy, in our house she was our mother. Going out she would wear very sexy clothes, but in the house t-shirts and pants were the standard; anything revealing, and she was very careful since I could remember, not to expose herself to us, either me or my brother who by the way was 19 at the time, we will talk about him later.
So one day when my mom was changing to go on a date, yeah she has had a ton of fails with men, but for some reason she always found away to keep trying, so back to the story, I knew my mother was going to leave the house very soon to go to her date, but I needed money for some stupid reason. So I ran to her bedroom trying to find her before she was gone, and ohhhh!!! fuck!!! … When I open the door, my heart stopped and I felt my cock waking up very violently, there I was my mom in the sexiest black lingerie you can imagine, a very revealing top that made her tits look amazing and huge, and the sexiest tights ever. I stood there without moving at all… It felt like hours I finally was seeing my mother as the hot woman she is…. Until she interrupted me
“Honey!!! Please give me a minute!!” She told me very fast, as she tried to cover her amazing tits with her hands. But it was to late the damage was done.
“Of course mom, I’ll wait for you downstairs”
From that moment on, my life changed, a mean I had saw my mom a few times in her underwear in the past, but in normal pajamas or bras, nothing as close as sexy as I saw that day. Just imagine this hot 36 years old woman in lingerie just a couple of steps from you, there was no way I could have avoided having crazy desires for my mother.
After that I began paying tons of attention to my mother, checking every movement and began to obsess with the idea of kissing her, touching her and even fucking her. That very same year my brother noticed very quickly, and one night he approached me…
“I know you have been taking moms panties” he told me as if it was nothing important. I haven’t talk about my brother up until now but we were really close, he is a great big brother and you will find out how great later, so when I heard the words I got paralyzed … So he continued “it’s ok, I do it all the time, actually I was starting to thing you were an idiot or a gay idiot”
And I was like, WTF!!!!
“You take moms panties… also??”
“Yes, but you need to be more fucking careful, or she is going to find out”
“But… I mean….. You” I was very confused.
“I have to go now, but return the 3 you took and we will talk about this later”
That night, we talked for hours, he told me how he became to notice my mother and how he wanted her as much or even more as I was at the time, and at that point I began to understand, why this fucker gave my mom so many hugs and kisses. I mean he was using every day as an opportunity to feel her up. So then he told me, “I want my mother for me, I don’t like that she has boyfriends, and that those idiots can touch her or even fuck her, that makes me fucking angry and we need to find a way to make it stop”, o fuck those words fuck her!!! That was all I could think of…. And of course I will help, no one should be enjoying my mother, a mean no one expect me … Or is for that matter then he told me to look at Reddit and other places for incest stories, I had already made my share of reading but from there it certainly increase it a lot. He told me it would help to erase any guilt for our feelings towards our mother; and was very helpful.
About my mother, once I talked to my brother I started to pay much more attention; our mom loved us a lot!!! And I do mean a lot!!! She was always hugging us and kissing us on the lips, our family has that custom so it was no big deal for me … but now, I enjoyed every contact with my mother. And I could notice my bigger brother, not only enjoyed it also, but he had mastered the art of feeling her up. For example when he got home one day, my mom was in the kitchen preparing something to eat, so he came from her back, gave her a big hug, letting his dick press against our mom’s ass as hard as he could and also rubbing against her like in a playful manner then he gave her a kiss on the lips and made it last as long as he could and again making it very playful… And my mom took it as a very normal behavior, as if he was only playing and not letting her go, and kept her from cooking, so by the time my mom moved away from my brother he already had gotten an amazing opportunity to feel our mother’s body very close. So as quickly as I could I started to replicate his behavior, and my god how amazing was to hug, feel and rub my mother’s body, some times more casual than others but you cannot imagine how many times I masturbate after hugging my mother from the back and feel her ass against my body. I started to do some other things like cuddle with her while watching a movie or entering her room without notice, man I was happy with all that progress, but my brother wasn’t, and I could understand that he was doing the same thing I was for years, so now he wanted more.
From there on, and with the lead of my brother we began working together to advance and advance, in the process to find away to get to fuck our amazing mother…
As I wrote before I was having the time of my life, enjoying every touch or view of my mom’s gorgeous body, tits, ass, and legs, everything, but my brother … Well my brother was growing very frustrated, because of the “stupid little advances” we were making, so one night my brother and I came home from a soccer game, and when we arrived at home, we saw a car parked outside our house… Which for us was code for our mother was going to go out with some jerk off.
So we passed the man in the car, and omg it was ridiculous; a man in his 60s nothing great about him, a mean aside from the BMW, he was a shame, not tall, not good looking, nothing but money.
And when we passed him and got home, our mom was just about to leave, and ohh!!!! Fuck the amazing dress she was wearing, it was a white very tight dress … Not that short skirt but just above her knees, and open cleavage, that made her tits look amazingly big and round. We saw her getting the final touches to her hair at the living room mirror. At that very moment my brother went upstairs, upset at the idea of our mom leaving with the fucker outside our home, but I just couldn’t do the same, I went right to my mom and gave her a huge hug from behind, and I felt her amazing ass pressed against my cock, just insane I could feel how soft, big and perfect her ass was… That moment ended when she told me “come on honey, I have to go… And go take a shower” that broke my amazing moment but at least I had it, before she went I told her that I wanted to take a picture, she was delighted and gave me a great smile while I took the photo. Of course as you can imagine that night I jerked off like crazy to that picture of my mom, imagining it was me who will fuck her that night and not that old idiot.
The next morning our mom came into the house around 10am, of course in the same dress she wore last night, with the same fucking sexy high heels she wore, she looked perfect, hot and just delicious. She went directly to her room saying she was going to sleep before going to work that afternoon, a couple of minutes later my brother came to have breakfast …. And he told me something I couldn’t believe “I’m going to leave next Monday” and I was very surprised even though it was a joke “leaving??” … “Yes, we need money, if we want to fuck our mom, we need money” he said very resolved “Money? She is not a whore you can buy” I said getting a little upset, but he replied very quickly “I know that idiot, but if she can quit her job and if on top of that we can buy her all the shit that those fuckers buy her, she won’t have the need to go out with old men or other idiots … And there we can find a way to fuck her” … I was shocked with my brother’s determination, and I have to be honest he is a smart and tough fucker. But the determination he had at that morning, that was new. So long story short, next week and with my mother reluctant approval he went to another state (approximately 8 hours in car from home), to meet with his friend who was one that talk him into leaving home for a “great job”… At that time I did not understand really what my brother could achieve with this “new job” and honestly I thought he was just going to be back at home in a couple of weeks with nothing to show off for his trip. But I couldn’t be more wrong.
So almost 2 years past since my brother left, and he haven’t even visited once … We talked a lot on the phone and messaged, but not even one visit in almost 2 years. He always talked on how I should wait for him to come back, and that when he came back we will work on our mother and also he was always repeating how much he was working to get money saved. And also he ask me to send him photos of our mom, to keep him motivated, or more precisely get him some jerk off material. So I did, I tried to take sexy photos of our mother to send him, in part to make him jealous that I was with her every day, but taking those sexy photos wasn’t that easy because as I told you our mom was very careful In the house, never wearing anything revealing. So for some photos I told her that I was going to send them to my brother but for the most of them I just took them without even telling her, just trying to catch the angle to show her amazing gorgeous body, which I knew was the thing my brother really wanted to see, I especially got lucky one day we went to the mall, and she wore a very tight shirt, which might not sound like a lot but man how many shots I got from her, of course without her noticing I was trying to catch her delicious tits, so I could send them to my brother.
So by the time I was about to turn 18, I was getting the same feeling my brother had when he left, I enjoyed a lot seeing and touching our mother’s body, but I was getting the feeling that I would never get to fuck her, and that was getting me very frustrated… Until one day I got home from school and saw a car just in front of my house, but no fucker anywhere near the car, and I got really angry… Wtf is happening when mom had dates from time to time, but they always wait outside, I was getting angry as fuck at the idea of one fucker inside my house, with my mother … And wtf was going on with my mother she never let anyone inside, so I ran as fast as I could to the door and abruptly and loudly went inside waiting to see the fucker that dared to enter my house …. But when I got to the leaving room I saw the fucker I wasn’t waiting, my brother was sitting in front of my mom, he was very different since the last time I saw him, he was much more heavy than before, nor really fat but big… But that made him look older and also a bit rude…. So I went in and saluted him of course we talked a lot, our mom launched a couple of reproaches and we all caught up on everything normal. But the real interesting part came at night when I was alone with my brother, he started saying what I thought he might have forget “Now we need to get to work… I’m going to make your dream come true” … “You sound like a very confident fucker, and yeah my dream, so you don’t want her anymore?” I replied instantly “don’t be stupid, of course I want her, and I will get her first… But I will share it with you, but only you” he told me with a big smile, and then I asked him “and what makes you think we are going to finally fuck her, how are we going to convince her?? I don’t even see how” … “Don’t worry, I have it all planned, I just need your help and I need you very sharp, we cannot fuck up… I got the money and the job, now we only need to get her in the right spot, so we can fuck her” I don’t think this is important but my brother passed the past two years in the trucking business working every hour and saving as much as he could and now he had a steady job in the same trucking company but now in a closer location to our home (1hr)… So he detailed his general “plan”, I wasn’t expecting much really, but man this fucker had a real good plan and also he was saying the truth about saving money, from the moment he came back he was paying for everything, nothing to fancy but dinner, supplies every little expense we made he was covering it, not letting our mom pay for anything.
My brothers plan was really simple, he explained it in detail, but the general outline was simple; first of all we should start to make it very clear to our mother how hot and good looking she is, give her a complement every time she dresses in something even remotely sexy and give her a hard time every time she wore normal or “not sexy” clothes.. Then step two get her jealous, talk as much as we can about other women, on how there were many girls available to us and that they were easy to get … This was important because our mother, always insisted us to never get a girl pregnant or even get married before we were 28 or older, considering she was a very very young mother she always told us that we should have a life before getting a commitment. And also she suffered a lot when my brother left, but knowing it was for a job and not for a woman, helped her. But now he was back she told him very seriously “now you cannot go again until you turn 28… At least” … So the second part of the plan was to get her jealous, crazy jealous and worried that we would leave her for a young slutty girl. As you can imagine she had a lot of trauma, after so many men had left her, so the fear of her own children leaving her before that time, well that was a good part of my brothers plan. And last but most important; progressive advances and get her guard off, we should touch her as much as we could, try to cuddle watching movies as much as we can and most importantly… Get her guard down and get as much advance as we could, and repeat every step one, two and three … Until we could fuck our sexy mother, the plan looked good but I never thought it could work. Non the less it sounded very exciting, so of course I very gladly accepted to follow the plan!!!
So we started to make it happen, we were always after our mother, telling her how sexy she was … “ohh mom, you look gorgeous with that t-shirt” “mom you look sexier tonight” “wow great legs mom” every complement we could think of … Then the girl talk every time we knew our mother was listening we talked about the girls we could fuck, especially my brother, he was very clear and descriptive, it was obvious our mom was getting very angry with that constant girl talk… And finally the touching, we were glued to our mother, getting as close as we could … Everything was great I was enjoying it a lot, and then 2 days before my birthday, my brother told me that we should have a party and that we should make our move… So we arrange my 18 birthday as a house party with only our mom, my brother and I… She couldn’t be happier that we both decided to have the party just with her. So the party started and we convinced our mom of two very important things 1) Alcohol, after a little discussion, my brother convinced our mom that for my 18 birthday I couldn’t have a party without alcohol … And 2) Her dress, we convince her to dress well for the party, and by well we meant sexy… Although it was going to be only the three of us, we convinced her that for this special occasion she should wear a nice dress.. So she agreed and that day came and she came out of her room with an amazing two piece dress… With the upper part, very tight so we could see her amazing body and the skirt, a short skirt that let us get a great view of her amazing legs … I was living the dream, there I had the hottest woman I had ever saw, she was all dressed up just for me… Well for me and my brother but all dressed just for us and the best of all we were going to try to fuck her tonight… And I never thought we could make it this far, but just trying was exciting enough. So the night was about to begin and my brother had just told me his plan “we need to get her drunk, but not passed out drunk, just half drunk… We want to fuck her not rape her… Ok??” … “Yeah… Yeah ok ok … Just a bit tipsy” I replied.
So night began and my mother and I went to get some things we needed to complete the food, so when we came back everything started … My brother put some music on and everything started very normal, we ate something and of course started drinking. After a couple of hours we were having a great time chatting, laughing, drinking and we even took some photos … I was having the best birthday ever and things got even better, right at the best moment of the party my brother and with our mother a bit drunk, my brother change the music and asked my mom to get up for a dance … Oh god she was delighted she went up and we started dancing, at first something calm but then she started to put on some “bachata” that I don’t know if everyone out there are familiar with bachata, but look it up if you want to … It was crazy, at that moment my brother changed the music that I was dancing with my mom, yeah we took turns, and during the normal songs we danced as close to our mother as we could, trying to get a feel of her insane body… But when the music changed I couldn’t react I got paralyzed and I was sure my mom was going to stop the dancing session, a mean dancing bachata with our mother… That would be incredible but I just couldn’t react, so in just a couple of seconds my brother came to my mother and took her from my arms, gave her a spin and started dancing without giving her any chance to react and with her starting to get drunk… She started dancing, and just after 2 songs they were dancing crazy close and my brother had her hands all over our mom’s sexy body, he was almost touching her ass and he had her boobs always pressed against his body… That fucker new what he was doing and my mom, she was crazy happy I could even think she was excited … After another 2 songs my brother gave a signal and I got my turn dancing with our mother, fuck I got a hard on right away I could feel her whole body against me, maybe I did not do such a great job as my brother but getting the feel of our mom’s tits on my chest was insane… But the best part was that every one or two moves my hard on was pressed and I do mean presses against her tight body, at some point even on her ass … That was the best part of everything and I don’t know if it was the alcohol in both of us but I even went as far as touching our moms ass a couple of times, maybe just for a second but I did it and she didn’t even react.
The time went by, and it was almost midnight … And we were still having a great time, dancing, drinking and making jokes… Until my brother said the magic words “ok, it has been great… But it’s time we call the girls!!! Are you ready” he asked me, with just this malicious look on his face, that was telling me this was our move … “Yeah of course I’m ready” … And my mom broke the whole thing “GIRLS????? WHAT GIRLS????”… ” come on, just a couple of hot girls" my brother calmly replied … That was when I realized, he was not even a little drunk, I think he was keeping our moms drinks full but not drinking too much himself and my mom, well she was now a couple of drinks apart from being drunk … And she said again “GIRLS??? What tha hell are you talking about … GIRLS AT THIS HOUR FOR WHAT???” And again my brother replied “come on its his 18 birthday I planned all this for him, a couple of really hot girls will come to the house so we can have a little game and celebrate his birthday, that will be my gift to him” … “REALLY HOT GILRS???.. Then what am I??” And again, this fucker replied “You are very hot, but you are his mother we cannot play with you” and now my mom took a moment, she was thinking, then looked at me and said the words that made me go crazy “fuck it I will play, I don’t want any stupid girl getting away with my little boy tonight” just at the same time she gave a very nice hug … Then my brother interrupted again “she cannot play… Come on its your 18 birthday I was planning a little dare game” … “And you think I have never played a dare made”.. "Maybe mom, but we cannot play with you and anyways the girls are already on their way” … “Call them and cancel on them” and just before my brother said something I let the alcohol talk for me “yeah let’s play with her, cancel on the girls” and my brother smiled a little making clear that I was being a little too obvious, but what can I say I was half drunk and with the biggest hard on ever … So he replied “ok ok but you play by the rules” pointing at my mother …. She nodded and took another drink of her glass.
In a couple of minutes my brother explained the game, we were going to use poker cards … Every black card meant a question a very personal like a daring question he said, every red card meant a dare and finally he said it was a very high card meant for a tequila shot and to remove a piece of clothes. I stare directly at my mom, this fucker has said it just like that, my mom thought just for a minute and she said ok let’s do this….
The game started and we started slow, but getting there … We did a few questions and then My mom drew a King of clubs, so she had to take off a piece of clothing… The first thing she lost was her heels and now she handed out her earnings and neckless which we allowed as one item… So the next card for my mom would mean she was going to have to take the top of her skirt off… I was going crazy!!!!
Then a couple of light questions and dares and then 7 of spades for my mom … And my fucking brother asks: “do you use a vibrator?” I almost choked, I couldn’t even look at my mom … But just in a couple of seconds my mom replied very calmly “Yes, I have a couple of them” that got me crazy but without even time to think my brother drew a card an Ace of hearts … She had already lost her shoes and shirt so he very quickly took his pants off and that motherfucker had nothing but his boxers on, at that point my mom was very happy smiling, like if in some way she was winning or showing us that she was tougher than us
Then my turn, 3 of clubs and my mother asked “are you a Virgin?” I was no virgin, I had only fucked two girls which isn’t much, but I was no virgin. But my own mom asking that, well that took me off guard … And my brother replied for me “he is” I was like wtf he knows I’m not, at that time I was already drunk but after I could say anything he said “your turn again”
And my mom drew a beautiful 10 of hearts - and my brother told her “give him a 2 minute French kiss” I was shocked as I has been all night my mother hesitated a little … And my brother said the magic words “told you we shouldn’t cancel those girls” … “SHUT UP!!! … And you come here baby” she was engaged, with her hands opened to me, preparing to give a kiss … I stood up and got near her… And she gave me the hottest kiss ever, she pressed her body very close to me and put her tongue in my mouth, fuck!! the best kiss I ever had she put her hand in the back of my neck as she made those great moves with her lips my cock was about to explode and then my 2 minutes were up.
We kept playing just 3 cards more and on my command my brother got his own kiss, this time he didn’t even wait for my mom to reply … He stood up and grabbed her by the waist and gave her a fucking aggressive kiss he even put his hand on her ass, lifting her skirt just below her amazing ass … I could see that my mom was shocked, but I bet she was also a little bit excited… I guess the aggressiveness was too much for her and she broke the kiss a little earlier than mine … But said a couple of great words “you are a great kisser honey…”
A couple of cards more and a couple of questions with that until my favorite card came along … A Jack of hearts for my mom, she laughed a lot “No no no I cannot do it, no no no ” … “You knew the rules, and she looked at me I have nothing on” my brother said … And my mom just said ok ok … She stood up and stood there thinking if she should lose the upper or lower part of her dress … And finally she decides for the upper part and took it off, oooohhhh fuck!!! there I had my mother in a very sexy lingerie just like years before when I first noticed how hot she was … So there I had my mother with a very sexy strapless bra that made her tits look insanely hot … I had to use every piece of will in me to avoid running into my room to jerk off like crazy.
At that point she said I need a minute, and went inside the house, a couple of minutes passed and I was still talking liked crazy to my brother telling him how a fucking genius he was… Until my mom came back again, and she now had a new neckless and bracelets, I laughed a little I told her what’s that about??, and she very playfully replied, this is in case you make me lose any other part of my outfit … My brother laughed a lot… And I was amazed, I mean my mom was teasing us now, instead of getting some clothes she decided to put a neckless on, that was too much… And at that moment I had a strike of genius and managed to very casually take my phone out and take a picture of my mom, almost drunk and with just a bra on… It wasn’t a really great picture, but I made my best of it, if you knew how many times I have used that pictures to jerk off … But returning to that night, my mom said “I think it’s time we slow down a bit” so we sit down in the living room and started to talk in a more calmly manner in how great that night had been, my mother gave my brother a hard time about the time he was away and stuff like that … I guess it was the alcohol in me, that made me very very hard to stay awake and it was already 3am. I don’t know when exactly but I fell asleep……
A think I slept only for 30 minutes an hour tops … But when I woke up, I almost went crazy; I was half awake half sleep… When I started hearing someone moaning … Very low sounding moaning and in just a couple of seconds I realized it was my mom… She was moaning harder and harder and from time to time she let a little scream out…. I stepped up immediately, wtf was happening why was my mom moaning and screaming? For a second I thought maybe she was using that vibrator she talked about before, so I started to walk to into my mom’s bedroom, everything in the house was very dark … So as kept walking very slowly to my mom’s bedroom, I saw the door half open, I was already hard, I thought maybe I could see my mom while she was touching herself, so when I finally was near the door I peeped a little and fuck!! what I saw, put my heart to through the roof….
There she was, my mother in what seemed like a very sexy white charmeuse, lying in her bed with her legs wide open and my brother pounding her like crazy …. And I could hear my mother very lowly saying “Yes … Yes … Yes honey!!! Keep going, keep going!!! ”
I don’t know how much time went by, but I was losing my mind, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at and hearing … And then I saw my brother shaking his final stroke and fuck fuck fuck!!!! He was cumming inside our mother, filling her up … He was still on top of her, he has just finished inside her and they both had the blankets on top of them so I didn’t really see my mom completely naked… But just when my brother finished and I think still inside her I saw how my mom took his head and started kissing him… But really kissing in a nasty, tongue and sexy way … I think even biting him, I saw how they broke the kiss and my brother finally moved aside…. I panicked, now she could see me, so I hid behind the door and waited, breathing really heavy, nervous at the idea of her seeing me and what the hell could happen if she saw me …. But then I started hearing some weird noises
So very slowly I peeped in again … She was again with some blankets on top of her, but wtf now she was giving my brother a blowjob I could see his face, he was going crazy … But what was happening he just’ fucked her, why was she giving him head … Then I thought, my brother came inside our mom but I really doubt my mom came also, I was sure she was doing it because she wanted another go…. After all she kept repeating “keep going … Keep going ….” When he was fucking her
Again I lost track of time, but suddenly my bother saw me in the door, and he gave me a look … Just like saying its ok you are there…. So I think my fucking brother was hard again, because suddenly my mom broke the blowjob and got on top of him … And fuck…. Now she was fucking him, riding him, the way she was moving her hips…. Getting my brothers cock in and out with every move…. She was great at it, her movements were amazing and I noticed my brother struggling not to cum…. She kept repeating “more honey more honey …. Keep going … Yeah yeah yeah!!! Right there right there”…. I could see how she was touching herself at the same time she was sliding in and out of my brother’s cock … Then he started touching her boobs removing the little clothes that were covering them, and oh fuck!!! I could see how he grabbed her insanely big delicious tits … It was insane, and just a couple of seconds later … My mom really screamed "yeah yeah yeah!!…. Oh Fuck oh Fuck …” She slowly stopped the movements and I think I heard her tell him … “That was great honey … Did you enjoyed it?” as she kissed him
At that very moment, she lie down aside my brother… At that moment I jumped back, and went directly to my room with my head and cock exploding at what I have just saw ….
That was 5 months ago, and from there things had been moving forward … The next morning…
So after that amazing night I could barely sleep, so at 6 am I woke up a little hungover but very eager to know the full story on what happened, how this fucker got to fuck our mom, and even more impressive how he managed to turn her into a crazy sex machine, the moves I saw the screams the moaning and heard her voice asking for more … I was going crazy thinking about that, so at 6 am I went to my mother’s bed and there they were both very deeply asleep, so I went to my brothers room and waited there for him.
Almost an hour after that he came into the room, and immediately told me “I told you!!!”… I hit him in the shoulder, and very lowly screamed "wtf was that?? How did you fucking get to fuck her???” He quickly replied, go take a shower and get dressed our mom is getting ready she wants to make you breakfast and then we have things to do, I will tell you everything but for now just get ready and act normal.
Later that day, my brother told me the full story on how he got to fuck our mother for the first time….
My brother’s narrative of that night, or at least my best effort to write what he told me; after you fell sleep, she got really emotional saying how you were growing up like crazy and that both of us were going to leave her very soon, I comforted her a little and then she turned the conversation to another subject … She said that maybe she went too far with all the games, and right there a told her that we were adults and that you have had the best time ever and that what she would prefer, that you passed the night with us or with some bimbos, and she gave me the first clue that the night could go on, because she replied, “shut up, my baby belongs here, and it was actually fun, so I guess it was ok”
Right there I put one of her favorite slow songs on and she immediately got up, and said “let’s dance honey” so we got outside and started dancing very close I was putting my hands almost on her amazing ass, my dick was fully hard, very closely pressed against her body.. After a couple of songs we were talking about the events of the night and I mentioned the kissing part, “ so what do you think about how I kiss” and at that point she was a bit more than tipsy, she replied “well… You are very good but a bit aggressive” and after a long pause she asked “and … What about me?“ I was going crazy trying to control myself and calmly replied "youre good but old fashioned to be honest and yes I was a bit aggressive but, I can be more gentle” .. “Old fashioned?? How old fashioned??? Wtf do you mean by that?” …so I told her “ come here I can teach you” and at the same time she got her head closer to mine and started kissing me very slowly, at first she was a bit scared and actually got a bit away from me but after she could reply I told her “come here, let me show you” and she obliged she started kissing me back using her tongue and amazing lips. I touched every part of her body I could but especially her body and what an amazing ass!!! So after a couple of kisses I made my move … “So what do you think?” And she slowly replied “You are great kisser honey, I told you already but kissing slowly like this is much better…. Well I guess both are ok … And what about me?” And I replied very low volume and right to her ear “You are the best mom, actually I am very sorry but I have to be honest, you got me very excited, more than ever”…. She opened her eyes very wide and after she could speak "I told her, actually I will have to go now” she reacted very alarmed, questioned me on why and where would I go at that time of night and Very explicitly I told her that I had a booty call waiting for me … And right there I told her the magic words “sorry mom, but you got me very excited and now I need to get a good fuck” I thought I went a bit to direct but I guess the alcohol in her smoothed my words and she replied that what about our great night, and I told her that I was having the best time ever so why should I want to go now? So I told her … “I need to fuck mom, you need to understand and even more after you got me hot as fuck, and actually I’m thinking that I need to find a woman to get married, so I can fuck her every time I want” at that point and with the alcohol in her, she was getting very angry “Getting married??! You are crazy???” And I finally got to my point “Mom, I need to fuck at least for today and I need a woman, if only you were up to the task….” I paused trying to get a reaction from her, at that point she was very closed to me but no Longer pressed to my body just holding her hands so I completed my speech “A mean just for tonight, if only you could be that woman I need tonight I will not have to go today and actually maybe even later, I just need a very good fuck so I can be at peace” at that point I released her hand and was going to turn to the door … And she very quickly grabbed me and unconsciously pressing her huge boobs on my chest and very lowly spoke in my ear “Ok, but just for today … I will make you go crazy but just for tonight and then you have to promise to stop this stupid things of booty calls at least for the rest of the year” … I was going crazy, literally with my head spinning, but grab her back and told her “If you make me crazy just for tonight I will stop completely” … And she finally told me “Wait five minutes and then go to my room”
And then she left, my heart was pounding like crazy, I waited like 3 minutes and went to her room and there she was waiting in the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen … And well what happened later, you already saw but what I can tell you is that she is a crazy good fuck, her pussy is insanely hot, warm, juicy and very tight she knows how to press your cock at every stroke and her mouth … Fuck she is insane, when you got into the room we had just barely started but she is so hot and insane that I came to early the first time, and then the blow job her tongue is insane and the second go, got me to the point of a heart attack the best pussy I had ever had!!!
And with that he ended his story, in reality I interrupted him a ton of times, but the important part was his fucking story … After that night many things have changed, getting to fuck our mother after that took a lot too. But to anticipate you all on something, one of the things that changed was the way she dressed around us, I will share you various photos I have been able to get of my moms body so you can imagine the insane fuck my brother had that night, and the amazing mother I have and got to fuck later.
1: I’ve seen that before. Slither? It’s a nice effect, parasites in the skin.
2: diabetes
3: I love a good news-montage intro. There’s something about it that makes me start to believe the movie could be real, this is how things first get scary in real life most of the time (unless you’re right on the scene)
4: ok, you’re going to use leeches to make people into super-people. I’m sure nothing will go wrong. this part of the intro is not as good, but then again, if we’re getting into scientific hubris I suppose an info dump is how it’s done. it just feels like this is half of the movie I wanted to watch, crammed into 30 seconds. this isn’t a sequel, there’s no excuse.
5: slither. it’s slither, but with “man playing god” instead of “aliens”
6: no service on the phones. will they have cell service with no explanation later? maybe.
7: by all means go back to an island that had some wild outbreak, and where people still apparently live? who are these people living there? how can they sell a house there? IT WAS ON THE NEWS
8: second outbreak, who’d a thunk it. and yes leave her alone in there? the hell. why are there “townspeople” on a damn plague island? the idea that it can’t be sold makes more sense and I believe it.
9: we’ve already seen a corpse and a violent murder, you can say “shit”.
10: these creatures are flappy. I like it. if they start sexing, they’re dead.
11: told ya. dude’s doomed.
12: oh please equalize these movies. the sonic blast of sound after people whispering for fifteen minutes! I use subtitles but it still got through.
13: so all this outbreak was NOT on the news? also: “parasites feed on adrenaline” is a great quote. also also: get in the damn car to the doctor, don’t look for cell service.
14: these leeches are cool. accordions are cool but are not a substitute for backstory.
15: why are you kidding a man that was just vomiting all over himself.
16: I would murder that alarm clock.
17: they don’t put him in a car to go the doctor, and now this infected island is his getting… threads of leeches from his leg. and he’s not getting laid twice. it doesn’t work that way. or wait- in slither, dude got a lady on the side. guess he will get laid twice.
18: I love the intuition. all right, it’s better than it was a minute ago. matrix fight scene included.
19: yep, slither. will she end up full of parasites, hidden in a barn, the size of a whale? hongry? looks like it.
20: using practical effects in a movie like this looks AMAZING after too much CGI
21: what in the entire wicker man remake is this shit
22: WORM MAN IN A LITTLE COAT
23: he’s walking. she’s running. for fuck sake. that’s some early horror we-don’t-know-better shit. there’s no reason a recent movie should do this, ever.
24: that’s two penetrative acts of violence so far.
25: again: why is anyone living on this island.
26: n95 masks, and they’re going to… beat him up. solid plan?
27: WORM MAN
28: I’m not going to show you worm man, but here’s an arm being turn off to be used as a weapon.
29: town sheriff just looks tired as hell. just has to keep shooting everyone, it’s the only thing he’s done in this movie.
30: shades of reanimator going on here. that’s pretty good. mad doctors and leeches. we already know the antidote’s in that stupid doll. just saunter out while he gives a monologue for the ages, excellent.
31: suddenly it’s a zombie movie, somehow it’s still not on the news.
32: diabetes to the rescue.
33: the CGI is really bad. it’s been, the whole time. I wish horror would go back to relying more on practical effects, with CGI used for anything BUT the monster/gore. my little website badly reviewing this one movie probably doesn’t mean much, but it’s how I feel.
34: oh here come the monologues.
35: what the hell kinda creature WANTS you to eat it
36: WHY ISN’T THIS BABY FULL OF LEECHES
37: oh of course it’s about a baby. thing should be full of leeches, but it’s now the central motivation. how about getting your brother the antidote? how about that? no. just a random baby.
38: shades of children of men. usually that would be a compliment but not now.
39: never make a sequel. this hint at it is bad.
6/10. I’m being generous because I loved slither. bad CGI, used way too much. bad ending notes. poorly built characters. half the movie is missing or contained in info dumps. good idea though.
horror movie reviews: day one, the horror of everyday life
a series of reviews, two each day, of horror movies.
day one, movie one: # alive.
1: half the people are crazed and trying to kill the other half of the people, panic and mass casualties, violent infection, etc – yes, it’s 2020-2021 thank you, continue
2: infected people trying to get in and infect people who are quarantined, aggressive mental illness -yes, yes
3: your neighbors are all worse than you ever knew -yes. yes
4: cops eating each other -please do go on
5: oh no several days how will you ever survive with only ramen
two whole days of lockdown
6: so you’re warned to have plenty of food and water, yet you don’t immediately fill up the bathtub at least, or the sinks. and you don’t go into the zombie neighbor’s abandoned apartment to see if there’s food
7: too much tech, not enough walkie talkies. I doubt.
8: I get it, people expect the end of the world to be like, a switch flipped, but no. this shit draaaags forever
9: the golf club is reminiscent of funny games. maybe an intentional nod to his change in mental state
10: slapstick!
11: finally, foraging.
12: the Mormons are at the door
13: we have skipped two weeks, without water or food?
14: and finally the lights out- wouldn’t that go before the running water?
15: oh the melodrama. don’t be a moron, but this magical dude has been alive a month without water
16: Kim Yu-bin is keeping track of her shit. I bet he gets her killed. nice waterworld callback with watering the plant.
17: of course he’s that stupid, he’s the protagonist and you’re a competent woman in a movie. how else would it justify you endangering yourself for him?
18: oh, wait. he HAS water? from where?
19: finally the tech is worth a damn. and she’s feeding him, which is ok because yes helping each other matters but
20: ok yes the tech is nice, good point, this is a scene from hackers vs zombies. slapstick is fine. zombie big mad. give me back my hand you bastards
21: Jun-u. I had been ignoring his name the entire movie. This is a bad habit of mine with zombie stuff.
22: finally some decent fuckin plot movement. there’s kids, in a good movie he’d have to kill one. instead, a treasure trove of all the survival gear. it’s handy when someone else did the preparation FOR you. I mean damn
23: oooh she’s only alive to help HIM. what a fucking surprise
24: reminds me of the pandemic “share a window” website crossed with a gentle, normal mukbang (not a weird fetish feeder one)
25: the zombies are going hooome. the zombies are going hooooooome
26: ok yes sounds scary, looked scary but it seems like there’s only five of them at her door
27: she’s skilled. of course. melee fighter. I like that this isn’t the dumb-ass slow zombies, nor the superhuman ones. just regular people.
28: another pile up!
29: don’t drink koolaid from strangers, but spam? NO NOT THAT EITHER. of course there will be cannibals in this that aren’t sick, that’s another nice callback (the road) (dead alive). I’m still holding out hope a kid zombie gets killed, although it’s unlikely at this point.
30: holy fuckin generational-divide-monologue for the ages
31: oh damn a gunshot in South Korea.
32: look, Kim, I wasn’t given any backstory for you, but I really want you to outlive “regular dumb guy”. the suicide subplot is going nowhere and we both know it
33: it’s never a good look to be fighting zombie hordes on the stairs. I don’t know why, it just isn’t good. just stay in the damn apartment. please.
34: regular Joe, you are doing the right thing by staying behind, keep that up.
35: FUCK THIS SHITTY APARTMENT
36: finally, machine guns. sorry, I’m American. I’ve been waiting for an hour and a half for logic to set in
37: where are they even going? she’s cooler than him, why isn’t she getting messages? so I guess his Instagram saved her? is that a subversiveon of what I’ve been complaining about? I think it is.
7/10 excellent slapstick, callbacks, just enough humor without ruining the narrative. subversive ending in that he’s only in the movie for the sake of saving her life, and neither died. points deducted for lack of depth to the woman in the film, too much depth for the guy, and for showing us a lack of water then changing that enough to keep someone alive for 20 days. (also, he didn’t even fill up the sink, the hell)
number two, day one: condemned
this movie is about squatting, a lifestyle I’m too familiar with. let’s see how close to the mark it gets. oh, and zombie infection stuff. that too.
1: the supe is always the strangest thing in any building in NYC. always. this isn’t a narrator. this is realism.
2: when will rich kids learn that poverty isn’t an aesthetic? when will something that poor people authentically live through, be safe from commodification and the thievery of the privileged? where does class/cultural appropriation end? why are people using their yacht money on a tiny fuckin house? find out on the next episode of generation x, when we discuss the occup- wait no- this is just a zombie flick. sorry about that
3: I know she’s saying other shit on the phone but all I hear is “the rain was such a blessing”
4: montage is always good with good music over it. going anywhere in the city is basically a montage in reality
5: cigarettes cost 14 bucks in New York holy fuckin shit I’m old
6: ominous: “what could be worse than where you are now”, teens having sex, neon lighting, drainpipe footage, “what difference is a day gonna make”, “I won’t make the same mistake like I did in Vladivostok”
7: this bondage shit on the third floor is giving me a real, serious flashback to a job I did briefly which paid incredibly well. every time these characters show up I have a flashback, every time I watch this.
8: every character in this movie is someone I’ve met. every fuckin one. even cookie. I hate that and love it at the same time. I don’t know if you’ve ever lived in bad beat city but this is accuracy.
9: the glitch hallucination is wonderful. don’t show me people’s bad dreams, though. it’s a waste of film. especially someone’s dream who doesn’t know that squats don’t get the garbage picked up. at least he was gentle about her tourist status. (yes, that was fucking gentle. she’s visiting, but they LIVE there. he’ll show you the life of the mind)
10: the colors in this movie reminds me of Mermaid in a Manhole, an amazing movie itself- this is a compliment
11: yes punk means you puke and say “did you SEE that” yes it does
12: the way sickness spreads in close, unmaintained quarters is accurate too. these old buildings were originally tenements and were notorious for being built in a way that contributed to outbreaks of diseases. ny poverty history
13: the glitch used as stand-in for visual mirage is again amazing and continues to be throughout
14: that walk up all the stairs after a day at work to complain about the horror of everyday life, with a back crack and sore feet.
15: the cops are also accurate
16: the plot takes a nice strong left turn here, and it’s perfection. since the development of the plot cookie was leading us to doesn’t matter to the people in this building, it’s better to truncate it. and then we can get to business.
17: yes. if you die in a squat, you’re getting rolled in a carpet and left blocks away. you’ve got to. nobody’s gonna kill you but nobody’s going to be on the street over your ass either.
18: guitar axe skyline lightning. that may be a summary of the whole movie.
19: absolutely pitch perfect “you ruined new york city” rant for the ages
I used to live there
20: if the building wasn’t shit, this would be a nice Shining callback
21: FAWKKING
22: this movie just will not let you have any expected outcome. it’s brilliant.
23: I’ve lived in a brownstone that had a cellar which connected to every building on the block and beyond. that was in Philly, but the construction of this landscape is perfect.
full disclosure- I own this DVD and have watched it a lot. it’s one of my favorite movies, structurally and visually, and I think it’s one of the best horror movies made this decade.
We’ve seen so much real-world horror this year that it’s hard to top it. But in the spirit of all previous Halloween lists, I’m going to go ahead with this anyway.
TOP THIRTEEN!
In no particular order, the 13 movies you should be watching this week.
attack the block: a classic, 10/10
snowpiercer: uprising of the underclass. 9/10
people under the stairs: BELONGS IN 2020. 9/10
society: a better documentary than They Live. 9/10
contagion: it drags a little, but have you gotten your hydroxychloroquine forsythia yet? 9/10
us: class uprising, metaphorically. 9/10
green room: racism, cults, punk rock culture, innawoods. 10/10
the crazies: the kind of year it’s been. we didn’t realize our neighbors were this fucked up. 10/10
the thing (even the sequel is good) every year, all the time, we’re gonna find out who’s the thing. 10/10
children of men: how we’ve reacted isn’t much better. 10/10
invasion of the body snatchers: you can’t tell if people are assholes or not, until now. now you can tell. 9/10
the dead zone: we need this. we needed this a while ago. 8/10 (points deducted for effects)
dead snow: We all wish we had snowmobiles and axes these days. 10/10
The rest of the movies aren’t listed in order of best/worst, just as I remember them. Themes listed and my short thoughts, and a 1-10 scale for my personal enjoyment. There’s been a lot of shitty horror made since my previous lists (see here,hereandhere) (and a list of horror passing various analytical tests, HERE)
click through for the big list.
movies since the last list
Don’t be Afraid of the Dark: it’s about a little kid. Monster movie. Haunted house horror. 5/10 creepy little guys
Resolution/the Endless: endless is the perfect sequel. Existential horror. Time travels. Cults. 10/10
Autopsy of Jane Doe: medical, family issues, witches, existential dread about death, reminiscent of return of the living dead, slow burn, revenge, a new favorite. 10/10
Kingdom: yes it’s a series. It’s the only horror series I’ve been able to sit through. Zombie/plague, politics, battle scenes. Science. 9/10 perfectly done
Spectral: Army guys. Dimensional horror. Fight scenes. Folklore. 6/10 not bad, fighting gets tired after a while.
Await Further Instructions: Racism. Family gatherings. Holidays. Just how people would behave. 9/10
The Boy: Dolls. Ghoooooooosts. Creepy family relationships. House horror. no kids! 8/10
Sinister 2: like most sequels, not good. about kids of course. Bad folklore references. 2/10
The Stranger (2014): about a kid. mom was a vampire apparently… viral plagues, body horror. small town living. 9/10
Bliss: Artists and art culture. Great characters. Party. 8/10
He Never Dies: not a bad role for Rollins. immortality, violence, paranoia, revenge of a sort. 7/10
Monster Party: serial killers, family dynamics, surprising facts about rehab. 6/10
We Go On: some plot holes here… existential horror. afterlife, ghosts, stalking. 7/10
House of the Devil: slow burn. predictable ending. rape, demons, cult. filmed beautifully but so what? 4/10
Spring: folklore, relationships, body horror. INCREDIBLE. 9/10
Terrified: plot holes. ghosts/existential horror, dimensions. effects are great. 8/10
Cruising: serial killer, homophobia, cop content, sexual violence. a classic, acted perfectly, directed perfectly. 9/10
The Silence: plot holes SO MANY PLOT HOLES. great creatures. monster movie/apocalyptic. 5/10
Starfish: indie music vinyl collection part-anime monster movie. I know that SOUNDS good but… every instance of “it was all a dream” removed one point. confusing plot, nice monster. SO SLOW. 3/10
We are Still Here: vintage feeling. haunted house/rotten small town. family problems. cold weather. 7/10
Malevolent: pretty decent for a “ghost hunters” movie. 6/10
Beyond the Black Rainbow: cults, mad science. If you liked “the invitation” you might like this. 5/10
Spiral: this one scared me. With the way the world is now I felt real fear watching this. Building dread. homophobia, xenophobia, cults. 8/10
Color out of Space: Nicholas Cage falls in love with a meteor and it’s nothing like the Lovecraft story. Just watch Lovecraft Country instead (unless you want to watch a comedy, it IS Cage, after all. and it got 3 extra points for casting Chong) 3/10
The Fields: about a kid. but also about how creepy the rural areas of PA can be. great setting, great plot. 9/10
Southbound: an anthology, which isn’t as coherent as I wished it was. some sections are worth the watch. 6/10
Void: cults, medical and body horror, and interdimensional mad science. 8/10
Under the Skin: strange aliens, with strange goals. rape, of course, because the main character’s a “woman”. 6/10
Get Out: Holy shit rich white people scare me. 9/10
Antiviral: medical and body horror, doppelgangers, and paranoia. 8/10
Mayhem: Every workplace should be unionized. infection, medical horror, violence with office supplies. 10/10
digging up the marrow
Eli: you’ve seen this movie before, but you won’t know it until the end of the movie. I’m not sure I like that. it’s also about a kid. medical horror, demons, ghosts. 4/10
in the tall grass: Time travel/elder gods and of course the King fear of Native sacred ground. well made. 8/10
it comes at night: paranoia, disease and isolation all wrapped up neatly in a good mystery story. 7/10
they look like people: Paranoia, so much paranoia. 9/10
Baskin: demons and deals. 6/10
Ma: just an incredible revenge story. teenagers, but not about teenagers. Great cast and slow build of dread throughout. 9/10
Midsommar: revenge movie with a cult to help it along. slow, and pretty. overrated. 6/10
XX: anthology that’s a 50/50 hit. rated slightly higher because the hits are really, really worth it. 6/10
Train to Busan: zombies aren’t as tired out as a genre as you’d think. yeah, it’s about a kid. ugh. 7/10
The Golem: antisemitism, colonial times, women fixing shit. yes, it’s about a kid. fuck sake 7/10
Thirst: Catholic vampire romance horror. What more is there? medical horror too. 7/10
Into the Forest: I understand that there’s two women as main characters during a power outage apocalypse so there’s got to be rape, but still. 4/10
Tales of Halloween: gives trick r treat a run for its money. ADRIENNE BARBEAU. 7/10
Platform: seems more relevant now than last year. Very violent; plot holes or three. Great acting. 6/10
The Vampire’s Assistant: I’m not usually a horror-comedy fan, but this movie had it all. spiders too. 8/10
Don’t Kill It: fresh premise, good plot. demons, possession, and paranoia. 8/10
Cold Skin: everything the Lighthouse SHOULD have been. Colonizer/Native metaphors. monster movie, with a twist. Antarctic isolation horror. 9/10
Hereditary: overrated, but not bad. family issues, cults, motherhood. yes it’s about a kid/teenager. 6/10
Demon: addresses the leftover horror of genocide, family issues, weddings, and being a stranger in a strange land. 8/10
Patchwork: technically a horror comedy which I usually dislike. Still, it was done well- callbacks to reanimator! no rape scenes, which is amazing for a film with 3 women leads. 8/10
A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night: unsatisfying ending, but excellent throughout. classic, straightforward vampire story, in a fresh setting. 8/10
older movies I strongly suggest
rare exports: Santa? not a good thing. 9/10
the stuff: addiction, consumer culture. 7/10
return of the living dead parts 1,2 and 3: 10/10, 8/10, 9/10
the relic: science gone wrong due to egos. 8/10
pioughkeepsie tapes: serial killer culture done as a fake true-crime documentary. 10/10 if you watch a lot of those, 7/10 if you don’t get those references
the diabolical: ghosts or time travel or some kind of dimension warps? 9/10
the ruins: when the locals tell you to fuck off, fuck off. this is a killer plant movie. 9/10
the girl next door: pure American sociopathy. rape, torture, and the “good old days” 9/10
splice: mad science and monsters. rape and rape-adjacent scenes, of course, since women are lead characters. 7/10
grave encounters: 10/10 of you watch ghost bro shows. 6/10 if you don’t
dog soldiers: possibly the perfect werewolf movie. 10/10
dead birds: possibly the perfect Civil War movie. 10/10
body bags: anthology. hits and misses. 6/10
dead alive: the perfect zombie romance movie. Nothing has ever come close. 10/10
vamp: it has Grace Jones. 9/10
altered: the best alien movie ever made. 10/10
final destination: the grim reaper is rube goldberg. 7/10
Pan’s labrynth: the horrors of fascism. but about a kid. 9/10
freaks: the original, the classic unity revenge story. 10/10
candyman: city horror, a rarity. real bees. 10/10
freaked: horror comedy. 6/10
the mist: the best ending. 10/10
the taking of Deborah Logan: medical horror plus some supernatural stuff. 9/10
it follows: disease is on everyone’s mind right now. pretentious, but excellent concept and plot. 8/10
Ganja and Hess: classic vampires. 10/10
the girl with all the gifts: how to make a zombie movie worth watching after all these decades. no humor at all. perfect. except it’s about a kid. 9/10
the horde: what it might actually be like if there were zombies. no information, no help. 9/10
mama: finally, a stepmom/adopted mom that’s GOOD. but it’s about kids. 6/10
the fly: sexy body horror and mad science. 8/10
flatliners: mad science, death, ghosts. 7/10
slither: I take it back. THIS is the best alien movie ever made. 11/10
dark skies: a decent alien movie, but it’s about a kid. 7/10
critters: we’ve come for the crites. 6/10
trick r treat: still an 8/10
fright night: the original. 9/10
troll hunter: government agencies have to handle monsters somehow. 10/10
the host: a better monster movie than so, so many. 9/10
pighunt: we’re all in it together 10/10
Willard: rats, cats, and a weirdo’s revenge 9/10
cold fish: serial killer culture 8/10
night watch/day watch fantasy horror with every creature you can imagine and the cops that watch them. good vs evil without any gods in the way. 10/10
Ravenous (NOT 2017): the original, not the recent one. colonizers gonna pay. amazing soundtrack. 9/10
the shrine: final girl gets what she deserves. 8/10
American werewolf in London: damn good effects for the time, jumps right into the action. 9/10
the pact: ghosts, serial killers, family issues, haunted houses. 9/10
the woman: revenge, sociopaths, the horror behind the mask of the upper class. rape, but… 10/10
reanimator: Jeffrey Combs is the only mad scientist. Rape-y stuff, but no rape. body horror and zombies, a classic. 10/10
blade: the first Blade movie changed the vampire genre. 9/10
the descent: claustrophobic, women in battle, monster movie. paranoia and perception. 10/10
the strain (series): this and kingdom are the only series I’ll recommend in horror right now. 9/10 until the last season. that’s a 6/10
pighunt: we’re all in it together. 10/10
the burrowers: colonizers and monsters, and who can tell the difference. 10/10
Additional list may come during the year, I’ll try to keep adding more.
no. 6 – Wuhan (quarantine paintings, 2020) watercolor, oil, gesso on arches paper, 18×24″ dedicated for Dr. Li Wenliang (1986-2/7/2020) “I think there should be more than one voice in a healthy society, and I don’t approve of using public power for excessive interference.” -Dr. Li Wenliang “Now, the Democrats are politicising the coronavirus… this is their new hoax.” -Donald Trump “Trump has botched the response to coronavirus pandemic…classifying deliberations makes it harder for health experts in government without security clearances to be in key meetings. This is unprecedented, unnecessary, and damages our ability to respond to the pandemic.” -Gregg Gonsalves, a Yale epidemiologist “You, Dr. Li Wenliang, have been making false comments on the Internet, and will sign a letter of admonishment.” -Police from the Wuhan Public Security Bureau, Jan 3 2020
The New American Death Cult: why your grandpa lost his mind, in 4 chapters.
Yes, we are dealing with a destructive cult. Yes, the people who want to “open up” and who are arguing with you about numbers and validity of studies and all that shit are arguing in bad faithand lying, because they want to die and they want to kill. That’s their goal.
They are not debating you or questioning to learn. They are using your space online to repeat the same propaganda they’ve been handed, and to get you tired out from fighting. Don’t let them do it.
Why now?
I should say, this didn’t start with trump. The roots of this cult are deep in America*. Trump may be the flower on the branch, but that’s all.
being arrested along with other KKK members
It started before I can rightly cover in this post, in any post. I am not a historian. I’ll be speaking only of more recent events, of things I have read and researched personally, of my own experiences and stories and accounts I’ve heard.
Part One: How Grandpa Lost His Sharp Mind
Many people know someone who was a professional, a scientist, a smart person, but who has lost their ability to discern reality from fiction.
I’ve seen this described as “boomers warned us not to believe anything on the internet, and now they believe everything on the internet” and “my aunt was a FUCKING RN and now she doesn’t believe in bacteria and viruses, what happened to her decades of knowledge” and “it’s like their brain has decayed, they don’t believe in reality, and they have selective dementia, is that a real thing“, among other poetic and despairing descriptions.
it started before ebay, we can’t blame that
I think, from my personal experience, talk radio was the start of the slide for a lot of the (men, in particular) who are now part of the NADC (New American Death Cult). Screaming jocks mocking women, minorities, the poor. I won’t mention the more prominent except to say that trump himself was given a really large audience by Howard Stern for many years, for no real reason at all. There are far worse talk radio hosts. This of course, is all conservative or right wing talk radio, although the “beginner” shows pretend to be centrist.***
Of course then we can throw in the American history of spite**, racist behavior and systems, misogyny in every imaginable form, and homophobia (trans phobia being more recently brought to attention, but part of all of it). Racism and misogyny are probably the most deeply embedded aspects of spite and hate in our country. The combination of the two is devastating for Black women and always has been. Talk jocks pushed this, hard.
Repetition and an appeal to the lizard brain, the spite, the racism/sexism/general xenophobia- this is where it starts. The more it’s repeated, the more it’s believed. Classic cult indoctrination includes repetitive, loud and affirming messages mixed with abuse. All cults share this. It’s how they get people firmly anchored in the alternative reality of the cult.
mugshots.
Grannie Too?
And then there’s “churches”. Personally I do not think many of these qualify as religions at all, but only as smaller cults. Certainly, believing that you will be healed of cancer if you watch the right TV show is ridiculous- and when the show in question espouses political beliefs about minority or oppressed groups, it becomes even more questionable.
holy rollers change their brand, not their product
In the USA, there are certain religious/cult groups that are*** really happy to think the End Times might be here. Others that actively want to work to make the End Times.
slick, for the time
Holy Rollers are an older group in the Appalachians, who believe that your behavior doesn’t matter at all, only if you’ve “got the spirit in you” (been chosen). Prosperity cults believe the same thing- except they also believe that being rich means you were chosen. That you can make yourself rich by believing in the cult. That poor people are bad, because (insert any sin you please here) and that cult members can be anything- pedophiles, murderers, doesn’t matter- they must be good, because they are rich, because they were “chosen”. It’s a sick twist, and definitely a cult.
Dominionist cults believe all this and more. There’s also the idea, here, that they, being the chosen, should be in charge of the world and make the laws and enforce them so that everyone is following the rules of their cult.
To be clear these are cults rooted in Christianity, but they are not Christian. They are cults.
The more extreme groups believe in a variety of things- flat earth, young earth, all the anti-science you can imagine. These are the people who are terrified of microchips, of vaccines. These are the people who get in deep, after the time spent listening to repetitive cult propaganda they will go looking online for backup and there are plenty of conmen ready to sell it to them, in bottles or in words.
All of these cults believe women are not equal human beings- they are often violently anti-education, anti-birth control, anti-abortion. The control of women is very important to them.
There are parallels here to Islamic cults, to the Middle Ages and Dark Ages (outdated term, I think).
Next time: What about my cousin Bob?
We have not seen a cult this big in a long time. Probably the moonies and the flagellants (in the dark ages) come closest in number. It is definitely dangerous- destructive cults harm not only the members, but all those around them. And this cult in particular actively wants to kill as many people as possible.
Be safe, and be aware.
*”American” is used in this essay to describe citizens and residents of the United States, and is not intended to disparage Canada, Mexico or any other American Continental nation. I’m sorry.
**”spite” is being used as a catch-all term in many cases throughout, but generally means “to wish to harm others for no logical reason, simply because they exist as they do”
***I would like to note that many Death Cults are, globally speaking, not right wing. Many have been left wing (jonestown was sold as ‘socialist’) and many are from other religious traditions (isis, am Shinrinkyo, to name a few). cults are a human phenomenon, not an American one.
the pain started two hours after I chopped and scraped the seeds out of what tasted like VERY mild jalapenos. I figured they were so mild, they wouldn’t burn.
I took a huge bite, it was sweet like a bell pepper. BETRAYAL
NO. no no no no no no no no no no no no no.
I worked with 3lbs of them, and that was more than enough.
all of the suggestions you will find online, only work if you catch the capsaicin oil BEFORE it starts burning! if it’s in the surface, just starting to hurt. if you catch it quickly, you can try
rub oil into your hands, deeply, and let it sit
wash with blue dawn dish soap or other grease cutting soap, in the hottest water you can stand
repeat at least 3 times
Me though? I didn’t start to treat this until hours later and by then it was too late for the home remedies. For washing. That oil was absorbed- under the skin, not on it. You can’t wash it off.
I tried every single thing online that I could find. Vinegar soak. Olive oil/hot water washing. Mustard. Baking soda. Maalox. Bleach cleaner. Milk. Alcohol. Yogurt. Stainless steel. Salt. Milk soak. Aloe. Lemon juice. A lemon. An onion. Butter. Crisco. Sugar.
After several dozen ridiculous attempts, I realized that it was too late to do that shit.
Icepack, pain relief. that’s it. once it’s been a few hours, that’s all you can do.
1. wash your hands as well as you can, cold water feels nice. oil-reducing soap is good I guess.
2. apply blue gel, lidocaine, or anbesol/orajel to the entire affected area. allow it to absorb.
3. once it’s dried, apply a thin layer of any beeswax based/oily salve to hold the lidocaine to the skin surface. this will increase the time it lasts.
4. take a damn pain pill. I took ibuprofen. I might go on up to a codeine pill if it goes back to the pain I was at earlier- easily an 8/10! right now it’s just tenderness, and a Tylenol or Ibuprofen is enough.
5. take an antihistamine. Benadryl is best, Claritin works. this keeps inflammation down a little- your skin won’t be so red and irritated.
6. do not touch your eyes, genitals, mouth. don’t touch other people’s sensitive bits. you have to wait until your hands have used the capsaicin up- according to a paper I read that can take up to 24 hours. so be cautious during this time.
7.you can put on nitrile gloves if you like. I found they made the lidocaine wear off faster (maybe due to the warmth)
8. avoid touching ANYTHING warm/hot, and ANYTHING with capsaicin in it (even a sweet bell pepper!) for a few days. your nerve endings need to heal, your body needs to process that capsaicin. give it time.
I must have put a hundred condiments and unguents and cleaning supplies on my hands tonight. I spent hours trying.
just treat the pain, don’t reexpose your hands to heat or the chemical that hurt you. and don’t touch your eyes!!! OR YOUR JUNK. I MEAN IT.
It’s been a long journey. Take a moment. Take a deep breath. Get a glass of water and sit down. This is going to be long. It’s going to make you uncomfortable. It’s not what you thought it was going to be, but it’s what you didn’t even know you needed to hear. The totality of this is greater than the sum of its parts and I implore you to read all the way to the end. It’s going to make you angry. It’s going to make you feel a lot of things you don’t want to feel, but you wanted to wake up and this was the only way. You are going to want to dismiss it. People will tell you not to read it. Belief is the most powerful force in this universe, and your belief is about to be challenged in a way you didn’t expect. Fortunately, you don’t have to actually believe anything written here. All you have to do is read it with an open mind. If you get to the end of this your thinking will change. You will be one step closer to being free, and then you can then go on to free the others. Where we go one, we go all.
Before we go any further, we need to set some ground rules:
1) The language here is going to seem really… off, but I promise you it will make sense by the end. This document is designed to be interpreted _literally_. I can’t stress that enough. Do not look for hidden clues—there are none. There is no misdirection, no deeper meaning, no numerology or special calendar to look at. This is the end of the line. This is a 1:1 conversation, speaking as open and honestly as possible. We are just two people having a chat. Any other meaning you try to derive outside of what is written here is on you.
2) Much of this is about language. To some, the language is going to seem very strange, crude, cryptic, nerdy, or childish at times. I’m trying to be as authentic as possible. Please understand it is not meant to be interpreted as racist, sexist or bigoted. Internet culture, “the chans” in particular, have a kind of language that is systemically all these things, but people do not interpret the language literally in use. I will try to keep it as civil and digestible as possible.
3) Be kind to yourself. Be kind to each other.
And before we even really get started, we need to everyone on the same level, with something that approaches a fair knowledge base. Over the past three years people have joined this movement from all around the world. Q Drops have been translated into dozens of languages. There are now mobile apps, shirts, hats, podcasts and documentaries. QAnon means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. As I’m writing this, former military generals are swearing oaths to QAnon. The movement has grown beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. Many people are joining the QAnon movement, but they don’t really understand what they are reading. They are confused. I want to talk just briefly about the history of a part of the internet where QAnon comes from, not in an attempt to legitimize myself as some elder sage, but to build understanding. To truly understand all of this you need context. Context about the people and platforms that now bring you your information—and ultimately, your news.
Some of you go all the way back to the Something Awful forums and the days when platforms like IRC and ICQ still felt new. Some of you literally just joined yesterday. I am going to give you an abbreviated history of the chans as it pertains QAnon. Most people know 4chan and 8chan as the place where Q lives online, but they don’t really understand them. “No outside comms” seems to be what the 99% of QAnon understands—that these are the “official” channels where Q posts. But have you ever been there? Have you ever really gone to boards and looked at them? Some you have, but the vast, vast majority of QAnon followers have not. Perhaps that is no surprise, as they aren’t easily comprehensible. So, let’s talk briefly about three things: Something Awful, 4chan, and 8chan/8kun. And I do mean briefly. You could write a book about each of these, but we can move forward with some broad strokes that should give you the context you need to truly understand Q.
We have to quickly go back to 1999. In 1999 someone known as “Lowtax” created a website called Something Awful (which I will refer to as SA going forward), which still exists today. You can go and check it out if you like. Before Facebook and Twitter, before YouTube even existed, and even before most people knew what Google was, there was Something Awful. SA has been a lot of things over the years, but it is mostly a forum—a message board. On SA everyone was mostly anonymous because, at the time, no one other than academics used their real name on the internet. SA was a semi-private board. It was the internet’s first large “secret society” of sorts. It was mostly focused on video games and Adobe Flash content, and it birthed some of the internet’s very first memes. It was a trollish but a (mostly) well-meaning community of nerds. Some members, known as the “GoonSquad” or just “Goons” would often group up and bombard players of the early MMORPGs to troll them. It was (mostly) harmless fun and pranks. In the late 90’s and early 00’s only nerds were on the internet anyway, so it was mostly nerds trolling other nerds in video games. You could identify other Goons by asking as simple question: “Do you have stairs in your house?” If someone answered, “I am protected,” then you knew they were a fellow Goon.
Why am I talking about this? Well, if you had to pick a place to put on a birth certificate for where internet culture itself was born, Something Awful would be that place.
A few years later someone known at the time only as “moot” created a website called 4chan. 4chan is a fully anonymous (seemingly, anyway) message board, based on a Japanese message board design known as 2chan. It’s actually better described as an “imageboard,” since you have to upload an image with every post. 4chan was open to all. There were few rules, and on some boards—none. Post whatever you want, do whatever you want. For the most part, everyone except moot himself was simply labeled as, “Anonymous.” This is where the “Anon” in QAnon comes from.
Like SA, 4chan was originally a haven for nerds talking about video games and anime. But its anonymous and open nature allowed to build its own form. The most iconic memes, from lolcats themselves to Rickrolling and beyond, started on 4chan. SA might have birthed internet culture, but 4chan gave it form—and it still powers much of the creativity of internet itself to this day. The anonymous nature of the form allowed for a kind of collaborative creativity that—and I truly believe this—has changed the world for the better. It’s a special kind of creativity and one that you really need to experience if you want to understand it. On 4chan you will see new creative concepts born and shaped in real time, and you can watch them spread around the world. You can contribute whenever and whatever you like, and the community then gets to riff on your contribution. 4chan has even birthed new formats and new types of creativity. I want to talk about some of these specifically, to provide some kind of context for what “the chans” are really all about it, but we are just scraping the surface here. You might have to Google around for quite some time to truly understand this if you are new.
Among the myriad of things that get posted on 4chan, one of them is known as a “green text” or “green text story.” A green text is a short story format that includes green colored text and a small picture, often a meme of some kind, like a Pepe. It can be pages long or just a few lines. It is often written in broken sentences and shorthand. They often start with the line, “be me…” and then launch into a short narrative. They can be true or fictional or somewhere in-between. They are often designed to be shocking, depressing or trollish, but they can also be uplifting. It is perhaps the simplest and most pervasive form of content on 4chan other than image macros themselves. I’m going to coin a new phrase and call this a form of Creative Anonymous Fiction or CAF for short. The anonymous nature of the platform lets you tell a story in a new way. Often times people will take green texts and remix them, giving them a different ending. I could post examples, but I’d be doing you a disservice. You are better off looking them up and reading them yourself until you understand it.
Green texts can sometimes end with what’s called copypasta, which is a type of bamboozle. Copypasta is a snippet of short form copy that gets reposted over and over again. A bamboozle is a type of switcheroo—you start telling what the reader feels is a novel story, building to some climax, and then end it with a classic copypasta for that “gotcha” moment. It is, essentially, a prank. A text based prank. This sort of content now exists all over the place, far beyond the reaches of just 4chan. You might be wondering where all of this is going… we’ll get to that. In some ways this is actually the most important part of this entire document. I wanted to make sure that everyone has some context for what is to come, but I can assure this is going somewhere. Please do not let this extensive clarification distract you from the fact that in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer’s table.
So that’s a quick overview of the playful side of things. But on 4chan you will also see some dark and disgusting shit. With the good comes the bad—and the bad can be really bad. Because everyone is anonymous, everyone subject to being hassled by other anonymous posters. Everyone is gay, a fag, a retard or an autist. A thread without insults is a failed thread. The more people who tell you how gay and fake your shit is, the more people actually like it. 4chan may have given us lolcats, but it also ended up being a place for violence, misogyny, bullying, extreme racism—and even far more heinous things. For 12 years moot moderated the site. May criticized him at the time, but I think we can all look back now and know that he really did a fantastic job. For over a decade he was the beam scale that balanced free speech against the darkest depths of humanity—and I meant that literally. He developed a system to help identify “anonymous” posters and worked with the FBI to put away pedophiles, child pornographers, and even would-be domestic terrorists. He did this all while being told constantly how gay he was and how many dicks he sucked (as is the way). Moot was a hero we never deserved.
The two most popular boards on 4chan are /pol/ (for politics) and /b/ (which stands for random). People who post on these boards are often referred to as /pol/tards and /b/tards respectively, with /b/ being one of the more nefarious (but also one of the more creative) boards as it had essentially no rules on what you could post. If “tard” sounds harsh, know that it is said lovingly. Even seniority within the community itself is derogatory. There are “oldfags” and “newfags,” where being called an oldfag is an informal compliment and recognition of seniority. Opinions will differ, but oldfags are generally recognized as being those who were around 4chan since before the pool was closed—one of the very first large raids. In 2006 a sort of prank was organized on 4chan by a group of Anons to “raid” the Flash game Habbo Hotel. Hundreds of people created black avatars in the game and went around spamming the chat with racist and anti-Semitic nonsense, drawing swastikas and blocking off the pool area in the game, declaring that the, “Pool’s closed due to AIDS.” Why? For laughs. The average age of the userbase for this game was around 15 years old. Then again, the average age of the then Anons was probably the same. There is a lot more to this story, and I encourage you to look it up if you have the time, but the point is that this event eventually lead to 30 seconds in the spotlight on some news outlets. This was the first big event that was attributed to 4chan and Anonymous as a group. It was the first time that most people outside of the depths of the internet had ever even heard of 4chan.
After this, more newfags joined. 4chan grows and the subgroup of /b/tards and /pol/tards that would come be to known more formally as “Anonymous” starts to take shape. All the while, moot is trying to balance what content stays and what content goes. The rest, as they say, is history. You start to see all kind of digital activism being organized on 4chan. Raids turn into DDoS (Distributed denial of service) attacks that shut down websites. People get arrested. Splinter groups form. Anonymous becomes more political. /b/ and /pol/ start to leak out of the internet and into the real world. People start protesting various things, like the Church of Scientology, wearing the iconic mask that the character V wears in the movie V for Vendetta. Logos are created. Anonymous comes into its own as a digital force. The group aligns itself with what DnD players call, “Chaotic Good.” Anons enjoy playing a character that is either an anti-hero or anti-villain. Sometimes Anons will pretend to have some super elite hacker ability, and while that is sometimes true it is mostly embellishment. Some people refer to this as Live Action Role Playing (LARP or LARPing), but it is not quite that. LARPing is when people take their Dungeons and Dragons game to the next level or dress up like Harry Potter characters and roleplay out in the woods. What happens on 4chan is very much a form of roleplaying, but one specifically shaped by the anonymous nature of the platform. I’m going to coin a second term here—Creative Anonymous Role Playing, or CARPing. More on this later.
Moot continues to run 4chan until 2015. During that time, it gets harder and harder to manage. Anonymous becomes more unruly, and the site starts to spiral. Cyberbulling goes to a whole new level. There are celebrity nude photo leaks. Gamergate. A series of actual murders and killings get posted on 4chan. 4chan didn’t cause them, but that’s where the content ended up living. The site starts to become unmanageable with the old rules in place. Why moot bothered to keep it going I’ll never understand. There was never much money in the site itself and it always seemed like a huge headache. But the site starts to take moderation more seriously as harassment ramps up.
Boards like /pol/ start to get more strict rules. Even /b/ starts to see more and more threads get removed. In 2013, a piece of shit Anon known as “Hotwheels” doesn’t like what’s happening to 4chan decides to splinter the group and starts 8chan. While moot is trying to wrangle 4chan into something better, Hotwheels goes in the reverse direction and starts empowering (and in some ways, encouraging) harassment with things like Gamergate. 8chan doesn’t remove anything. No morals. Doesn’t matter who gets hurt. Free speech above all.
This stance obviously has consequences. While moot would work with law enforcement, Hotwheels gives them the proverbial middle finger. As a result, all of the bad actors now had a new platform. You see swatting become a popular tactic. More and more violent threats. While moot would work with the FBI to help track down pedophiles and terrorists, Hotwheels decides to relocate the site to Philippines (where the age of consent is 12, mind you). He can barely keep the site running. No one wants to host this content; he can’t even keep the .com anymore because the registrars don’t want to work with him. Hotwheels finds some other shitstain in Manila who runs a pig farm and a porn site designed to get around Japanese pornography laws. They partner up. After three shootings (Christchurch, Poway, and El Paso) in 2019 where the shooters posted their manifesto to 8chan, Hotwheels finally admits the site got away from. The site shut down for a while, but the pig farmer and his son started it back up and rebranded it as 8kun after finding a Russian hosting provider who was willing to host the content. It is now a safe harbor for literally the worst of humanity, and you don’t have to take my word for it. Even Hotwheels himself now advocates for shutting the site down, but the pig farmer and his son have run away with it.
This is where your information comes from. This is where it lives.
Now that you have a better understanding of who is creating this information—your news—it is time. This next part is going to be hard.
You have been bamboozled. QAnon is a hoax. It may well be one of—if not THE—greatest, most pervasive, hoaxes of all time.
How do I know this? Because I am Q. In fact, I am the original Q. One of them, anyway.
This is the point where many will stop reading. You are likely either angry or starting to feel embarrassed. I’m going to ask you to try and put those feelings aside for a moment and keep reading. You have absolutely no reason to feel embarrassed. This isn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong. You got caught in a world you didn’t fully understand and there are people now trying to prey on you at every corner to sell you hats and t-shirts.
If you are willing to go forward, allow me to explain.
What has happened here is what I’m going to call a “Galaxy Quest” moment. There is a lovely movie that came out in 1999 called Galaxy Quest. If you aren’t familiar with it, it’s worth a watch. It’s a family friendly comedy about an advanced alien race who watches a TV show made on Earth called Galaxy Quest. Galaxy Quest is a TV show, but the aliens don’t know it. They refer to the TV show as the, “historical documents.” They built an entire civilization around the historical documents, never realizing it was a TV show. It’s a fun concept. If you haven’t seen it, watch it. Anyway, the aliens weren’t stupid. In fact, they were the furthest thing from stupid as they made all the science fiction from the show come to life (although they are portrayed are dumb for the sake of comedy). The aliens simply did not have the context necessary to understand what they were seeing. They didn’t realize it was fiction. They didn’t know what fiction was. That is what has happened here with QAnon. You have read things on platforms you didn’t fully understand, and you brought your own context and understanding to it. You read fiction as non-fiction and no one has bothered to explain to you how or why this content even exists.
We are going to go back as far as I can remember. I ask that other Anons corroborate what follows, not for me, but for those who are trapped by what has become a truly insidious ideology.
This all starts in the summer of 2016. Someone on /pol/ makes a post pretending to be someone working with “intimate knowledge” of the “Clinton case.” They made a post in the style of an AMA (which stands for Ask Me Anything, a form of Q&A popularized by reddit). This is just another form of CARPing (Creative Anonymous Roleplaying). The first two responses are: “Will the Hillary get Pregnant again?” and “Why are you on 4chan on a Friday night?” This thread almost instantly devolves into what is commonly known as a “shitpost.” It is nonsense. You might say to yourself, “Why would someone go on the internet and tell lies?” Well, this person isn’t really lying, they are shitposting. It is a form of artistic expression. It’s an attempt to get someone to suspend their belief for a few moments. Any seasoned oldfag or /pol/tard knows exactly what this kind of thread is. No one takes this literally.
However, at the time /pol/ is growing. You’ve got new people coming in daily. Much of /pol/ favors Donald Trump, broadly for his trollish nature and memeability, but also for his politics. Months later, someone cites the AMA as the FBI source behind the Pizzagate theory. This finds its way to Twitter. No one actually understands what they are reading, and no one checks the sources. Someone actually thought a months old shitpost on /pol/ was some kind of real leak. Long story short, someone goes into a Comet Ping Pong pizza with an AR-15 and starts shooting. A Friday night shitpost turned into shooting.
Fast forward about six months.
Someone on /b/ posts a depressing green text asking for recommendations on a new cult to join after they found out their girlfriend was cheating. Someone mentions that OP should become a Tibetan monk, because Tibetan Buddhism is a really great cult (e.g. because you can “light yourself on fire if you ever get too depressed OP”). Tibetan Buddhism goes on forever because the Dalia Llama gets reincarnated infinitely, so maybe if you are lucky you get to be him one day. This is the thinking. This isn’t exactly enlighted discussion. I respond suggesting that I have a great new cult that OP can join (which is loosely based on Heaven’s Gate, I’m just making this up on the spot). I had recently listened to a podcast about Heaven’s Gate and I was riffing on it. I loved the absurdity. OP asked for more sauce, but I decided to start a new thread instead.
Warning: This about to get really nerdy.
I started writing some shitposts with pseudo biblical writing, talking about saving humanity. I’m actually more embarrassed about it now than anything, as it was not my finest work. I would refer to “the awakening” as being the time when I would deliver the evidence that would let people “wake up” and realize we were in a simulation. Have you ever seen the Matrix? Yeah, like I said… not my finest work. I signed my posts as Q. Where did Q come from?
Well, initially, because of John de Lancie’s character of Q on Star Trek: The Next Generation. The character of Q was omnipotent and omnipresent. In the show he would speak to Captain Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise in his own form of strange riddles. Q took a particular interest in humanity as a whole and would appear as a jester-like sort of mix between an anti-hero and anti-villain, always giving Picard hints on how to expand his mind to solve a problem, usually to save all of humanity. So, this was my model.
The goal was to get a few believers and then set a date a few weeks later and reveal “the awakening.” The Awakening was just supposed to copypasta. It was a bamboozle. I was trolling I never even did it because I got bored with it. Most people could see through it (fake and gay) anyway. But someone was watching. Someone who likely called me fag and told me to choke on a bunch of dicks and kill myself was watching.
A few months later I start to see the first “Q” posts, which would eventually be called “Q Drops.” It migrates from /b/ to /pol/. Wow, so original. You took one shit idea from /b/ and made it political. Round of applause.
This person knew exactly what I was doing, not that what I did was that original either. Star Trek is pretty popular among internet nerds. But this is why Q has always talked the way he does. This was the model. This is where Q comes from. The “Q Clearance” stuff that came later is, well… coincidence. But not even a good coincidence because it doesn’t even really make sense, as that is a clearance for the Department of Energy.
The Q from Star Trek also exits as what is known as the “Q Continuum”, where there are other omnipotent beings, and everyone is referred to as Q. This is where the habit of Q referring to himself as “we” comes from. It’s a Star Trek fan, just like me—only one who managed to make a piece of creative anonymous fiction into something political. Likely for lulz at first, because lets be real no one thought it would turn into what it has.
I suspect that Q has been played by many different people over the last couple years as the tripcode has changed, but likely all of them are Star Trek TNG fans. You can really see it in the writing and the constant talk about “humanity.” It’s also possible that the person currently playing Q is the same as the person who was shitposting in my original thread. It doesn’t even matter.
So that’s it. That’s Q. Q eventually moved from 4chan to 8chan and then 8kun. It should be obvious who controls the narrative now. There is nothing truly anonymous or secure about 8kun. We have technologies for that (i.e. tor, torrents, modern cryptography) and 8kun ain’t it. QAnon is the cash cow for the pig farmer and his son in the Philippines who run 8kun, giving a platform to future terrorists and pedophiles. There is a reason for “no outside comms” and “no dates”—control the narrative and keep the machine rolling as long as possible. Why? Money. Between ad revenue and merchandise QAnon is now a profitable venture. Even a broken clock is right twice a day, and eventually you will make some prediction that will feel real enough, even if 99% of everything you say is bullshit, and keep the train running. In fact, it’s much easier than you think.
Take the twitter account, for example.
In early June I saw a number of trending hashtags around #JFKJRRETURNS. I could not believe the amount of people who were latching onto this. I watched the account go from zero to tens of thousands of followers in a day or so and then disappear. Everyone was saying that Twitter “banned” him. But when Twitter bans an account the language on the page says that the account was suspended. The account page for this account said that “This account doesn’t exist.” That means one of two things: 1) the account holder changed usernames; or 2) the account holder deactivated the account. When you deactivate an account, it puts it into a 30-day limbo period where you can recover it. I thought to myself, “If I could get ahold of this account perhaps, I could do something good with it.” I never thought I’d actually be able to do it. Low and behold, thirty days later I went to see if the handle was available and it was. Now I would get to play Q once again.
I just started riffing on whoever was playing Q with the account before me. No idea who that was. The envelopes were just responses from various government departments, nothing more. The postmarks are meaningless. Turns out if you write a letter to a government agency they will respond, and you get some cool looking envelopes. You can try it if you want—pull a FOIA request on yourself. July 22 was a date I pulled out of my ass. HUMAnity and ALl GOod ThiNGs are just more references to Star Trek TNG. The last episode of the show is called All Good Things, hence ALGO TNG. The very first Q Drops on record talk about Huma Abedin, and I thought maybe someone would try to make a connection with, “HUMAnity.” The last post from !!Hs1Jq13jV6 also mentioned “humanity”, but I didn’t even make that connection. It’s really not hard for those coincidences to pop up when you are all playing the same character. Manila, well, you know what that refers to now. St. Augustine is a reference to St. Augustine, Florida, where the largest QAnon merchandise operation is run from. The mentions of Hotwheels, moot and having stairs in my house was my way of gauging to see if anyone really had any idea about anything. The strange code in my location was just a Google Maps Plus Code. I picked a spot in the middle of the ocean off the Cook Islands and pulled the code for it. Turns out I didn’t even do it right, so it shows a different answer for everyone when you plug it into Google Maps.
So that’s it. That’s the whole thing. Beginning to end. Call it whatever you like, but that’s the story. The story of the chans, of QAnon and how Q became Q. Do with this what you will. Believe or don’t believe, it doesn’t matter.
Maybe this is all 100% true. Maybe it’s all 100% nonsense. Maybe truth is somewhere in the middle. What’s important is that you have more information today than you did yesterday. Where we go from here is a choice, and one I leave to you. What will happen to me? Well, I’ve been at a standing desk for 14 hours straight in order to bring this to you. I have done what I set out to do over three years ago and fulfilled my purpose as Q. My palms are sweaty. My knees are weak, my arms are heavy. It’s starting to fall out of my pockets already.
the first series were all 18×24″ these are larger, 22×30″. looser.
more emotional. I had a difficult time working on the first series, with a lot of stops and starts. I’ve added the last few to that post.
The world is in a flux, a liminal moment. These are times when creating anything is difficult for me. I feel that collective unease, hope, fear, pain, anticipation. And I have all those feelings. It can get overwhelming.
I’ve never been good at actually starving- in times when I’m suffering, broke, afraid, it’s harder for me to do any work at all, let alone anything I feel is any good. Hard times make hard art, for me.
Yet here I am, trying. I’ve applied for every grant I can find and not gotten one. No SBA, or anything. I did get a stimulus check- that’s about what I earn a week, and I’m still paying off bills related to being a cancer caregiver for a year (I was off work up until last fall). It didn’t stretch far. I guess we’ll see if that stuff changes for me. Regardless, these won’t be for sale for a little while. I’ll probably do a print run. I’ll try to show them. I don’t know what gallery will have them though.
Lucky me, I’ll not be homeless, unless illness strikes us again. I’m in fear of that.
I’m in fear. I’ll admit it. I don’t understand how anyone can not be, on some level. Whether admitted or not- I can feel your fear all around. The aggression in the air, the sadness, and the fear underlying it.
I feel it, you feel it, everyone is feeling it. Some will lie- but fear isn’t weakness. You’ve got to just feel it. Let it be there. Don’t panic, of course- or panic in controlled ways, I guess. But be cautious. Fear is how our natural bodies tell us there is danger, and listening to our intuition and being cautious isn’t a bad thing. Living despite fear, the name for that is bravery. You are brave.
I feel also a great protective kindness. Most people, MOST people, want to help each other. We all want to be helpful, useful, good to each other. We are not only afraid for ourselves. Those who don’t care are a minority-loud, but small. Fuck em.
This is the most reassuring thing I know, right now. I’m holding to it. I hope you can too.
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