Commentary (The Receipt)
If you’re here, you’ve probably already read Back Among the Strays (All-Right)… and clocked that it’s less about “coming out kinky” and more about:
“I stopped talking for a while, because the air got weird, and I didn’t want to be chewed up as content.”
This one is me stepping back into the light on purpose, not because I suddenly decided I want to be a mascot, or a role model, or a discourse warrior.
It’s just me saying:
“I’m still here. If you are too, you’re not crazy for wanting to exist as you actually are.”
Why this is the opener for Cycle II
Cycle II, as a whole, goes harder into:
- kink
- D/s
- Daddy/little
- M/s
- sex + risk
- subspace
- obsession
- submission as devotion
- etc, etc, all the things we’re not supposed to say out loud
—all the stuff most people don’t bring up among family and most friends.
Starting with “Back Among the Strays” is my way of saying:
“Before I show you how my brain works sexually, I want to make it clear why I’m even talking again at all.”
There’s been this cultural swing—especially online—where:
- being “different” was a trend for a while
- then suddenly every difference turned into a target again
We’re now in this fun little era where:
- some people think anything non-standard is a threat
- others have to scream their label 24/7 just not to disappear
- and a lot of us are stuck in the middle like:
- “Can I just… exist? Please?”
This piece is aimed at that middle.
The people who:
- are too queer / kinky / gender-weird / submissive-minded to be “factory default”
- but too tired to turn their existence into a full-time identity channel
You don’t want to be a symbol.
You just don’t want to feel like you’re quietly deleting yourself to get through the week.
That’s who I’m talking to.
Why I removed the “Asmongold’d / LCSigns’d” line
Yeah, I knew that was going to age like milk.
“Asmongold’d” and “LCSigns’d” might mean absolutely nothing in ten years.
That’s the point.
I watch people like Asmongold and LCSigns sometimes. Not as religion. Not as enemies. As weather reports:
- What is the internet chewing on today?
- What kind of person gets turned into a “main character” for 48 hours?
- How does a flesh-and-blood human get flattened into a 2-minute reaction clip?
Sometimes the commentary makes me laugh.
Sometimes it makes me wince.
Sometimes both at once.
I get the content game:
- you hook into high-opinion topics
- you poke the right outrage
- you get views, subs, money
I also feel for the people on the other side of it—especially the ones who:
- are clearly not well
- don’t have the same power or platform
- are getting roasted by someone with a megaphone they’ll never touch
Some folks like being noticed like that. For some, it’s literally a badge of honor:
“X reacted to me. I made it.”
For others, it’s just another round of:
- being misunderstood
- being mocked
- being turned into a caricature of “what’s wrong with people like this”
We live in an era where opinions eat other opinions and mutate into all kinds of radicalized fragments:
- “All men are trash and want to hurt women.”
- “Anyone older than me is a boomer who doesn’t get it.”
- “Every woman who complains is a Karen.”
Neat little boxes. Easy to monetize. Awful to live inside.
The line about getting “Asmongold’d or LCSigns’d” is there because:
- it timestamps the air I’m writing in
- it shows how fast labels and narratives get spun up
- it hints at the fear a lot of us feel:
- “If I say this the wrong way, do I become the chew toy of the week?”
I didn’t want to pretend I’m above watching that stuff.
I’m not.
I just try not to forget there’s a nervous system at the center of the content.
Why I call us “strays”
The “strays” in the title aren’t:
- broken toys
- lost causes
- edgy loners
They’re people who:
- don’t come factory-standard
- don’t fit their family’s script
- don’t fit their culture’s idea of “normal”
- don’t exactly want to live inside labels either
You might be:
- queer, but not in a way that matches the TikTok aesthetic
- kinky, but not in a way that photographs well
- submissive, but more “life-path” than “cute weekend scene”
- or just… stubbornly yourself
You’re not trying to start a war.
You’re trying not to vanish.
When I say:
“I’m back — out here with the other strays.”
I’m not saying:
“Follow me, I know the way.”
I’m saying:
“I walked myself into the quiet for a while. I didn’t like who I became there. So I’m walking back out—and if that resonates, you’re welcome to stand here with me for a bit.”
“Coming out” vs “coming back”
I’m not coming out of the closet here.
I’ve been loud about kink, sex, and dynamics for a long time.
What I did do was cancel myself for a stretch:
- stopped narrating my brain
- stopped being public about my wiring
- watched the culture instead of contributing to it
Part of that was self-preservation.
Part of it was disgust.
Part of it was me wondering:
“Do I want to step into this arena knowing how nasty, fast, and contextless it can get?”
The answer I landed on:
- I don’t want to live my whole life hiding.
- I don’t want to delete my own voice preemptively.
- I don’t want to outsource my story to people who’ve never met me.
So I came back.
Not exactly to “save” anyone.
Just to say:
“If you feel wrong almost everywhere else, but something in you settles reading this… that matters. You matter. Your wiring is real, even if it never trends.”
Being different without becoming a zealot
One thing I’m very aware of—and I tried to aim straight at in this piece—is the tension between:
- not wanting to be erased, and
- not wanting to become a zealot for a concept
It’s easy to slide from:
“I’m just trying to live,”
into:
“Everyone must acknowledge this about me at all times.”
I get it.
I also don’t want to be that person.
I’m not interested in:
- “All men are X.”
- “All women are Y.”
- “All kink is liberation.”
- “All vanillas are asleep.”
I’m interested in:
- this messy specific brain
- talking to other messy specific brains
- without pretending we’re a tidy demographic
Back Among the Strays is me planting a flag in:
“I’m here. I’m wired the way I’m wired. I care about sex, kink, dynamics, and power. I also care about not turning any of that into a one-size-fits-all sermon.”
Why it matters before the heavy kink posts
The rest of Season 2 goes places.
Some of it is hot.
Some of it hurts.
Some of it is clinical in how deeply it understands subs, littles, slaves, and the people who claim to own them.
Starting here is a way of saying:
- I know the climate I’m walking into.
- I know people will misread, misquote, and project.
- I’m still choosing to show up honest instead of hiding in the walls.
If you’re reading this and thinking:
“Yeah, I’ve gone quiet. I’ve made myself smaller. I’ve acted like my kink, my queerness, my submission, my gender, my whatever—doesn’t matter to me as much as it does…”
then this piece—and this commentary—is me nudging you:
“It matters enough that you feel it. That’s real. You don’t owe the world a speech. But you do owe yourself the truth.”
On the companion track: “All-Right (Oh, Yeah)” – Local H
“All-Right (Oh, Yeah)” by Local H isn’t a kink anthem.
It’s not a queer anthem.
It’s not a protest song.
It’s mood:
- driving guitars
- a little scuffed
- a little stubborn
- “I’m still here, deal with it” energy
There’s a specific line in the emotional DNA of that song that feels like:
“I am not okay, but I am not going away.”
That’s why it’s paired with this.
Starting Season 2 with that track is like walking back into the venue after the lights already went down:
- you’re late
- you’re not glamorous
- you’re still here anyway
This piece is my version of that entrance.
If you felt that in your chest—even a little—then it did what it was supposed to do.
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