My Future Awaits Me – Free Speech and the Bedroom
My future awaits me and it’s going to be a battle because I’ve learned that when they can tell you what not to say, they can tell you what not to feel. Unfortunately, what’s happening today is not just Orwellian, it’s outright fascism.
Free speech has always been sold to us as the cornerstone of democracy, newspapers, protests, town halls, the loud chorus of opinion clashing in the public square. But the truth runs deeper. Speech isn’t just about politics. It’s about how we live, how we touch, how we desire. It’s about what happens in the bedroom, behind closed doors, between consenting adults who choose to express themselves in the most intimate way possible.
That, too, is free speech.
And yet, time and again, sexuality is the first target when censors go hunting. It’s easy cover: wrap the clampdown in “decency,” claim it’s for the children, slap a moral label on it. But censorship always wears a mask. Strip it away and you’ll see the real purpose: control. When governments, corporations, or cultural watchdogs decide which forms of sexual expression are acceptable, they are not protecting anyone. They are setting rules for what private citizens may or may not do with their own bodies.
Sex is language. It’s a kiss that lingers, a gasp, a moan, a performance, even the silence after. To ban its expression is to outlaw a whole vocabulary of being. Free speech without sexual freedom is a half-truth, a contract written in disappearing ink.
Censorship doesn’t just silence; it dictates. It’s the government in your bedroom, the corporation in your fantasies. And once they have the keys to that door, they rarely give them back.
The Price of Activism
“Activism is romantic until you see the receipts.”
There’s a fantasy about activism, that it’s all rallies and fiery speeches, slogans on posters, maybe a few arrests for the history books. But here’s the unglamorous reality, activism is expensive.
Lawyers don’t come cheap. Websites cost money. Cameras, distribution platforms, basic survival while fighting the fight, all of it bleeds dollars. The ugly truth? Activism is a rich man’s game. Those with trust funds or deep-pocketed patrons can afford to shout the loudest. The rest of us? We’re counting bills, stretching resources, and learning that passion doesn’t pay for bandwidth.
And then there’s the cost beyond money. Words can be landmines. A single slip, a poorly chosen phrase, a joke that lands wrong, weaponized in seconds. The government doesn’t always need handcuffs. Sometimes all it needs is a “community guidelines violation.” Platforms de-platform, banks blacklist, social media erases years of work with the flick of a moderator’s wrist.
Discretion is important
This is the silencing machine of the 21st century: not physically under the heel of a bully, in the town square. But in the virtual world via Terms of Service, where everyone is affected because no-one sees what isn’t allowed.
So activists learn discretion the hard way. They calculate every sentence, every tweet, every interview, because one mistake could end the work overnight. Free speech may be the principle, but self-censorship too often becomes the survival tactic.
Change begins with whispers among individuals, these become closed door meetings. When movements grow to a community level, we see assemblies, followed by petitions. If these petitions are ignored, then the real noise begins with protests and boycotts.
But in these days of censorship, we struggle to make it past the whispers. Especially when exuberant individuals take it upon themselves to broadcast the closed door details to everyone, whenever they see you in public (social media platforms are the public squares of today). It’s untimely attention, that lets the powers that be, squash one’s plans like a bug. So in this infancy stage of development we must be wise in our tactics. Gathering together the like minded and stocking resources. We must also minimize the attention of those who would see us squashed like our plans. We need to call out the trouble makers, because their actions bring us all under scrutiny. Finally, until we have grown enough in numbers to demand change as a unified force, we must practice discretion and stealth, keeping our plans close to our hearts.
The Camera as a Weapon
“If words are bullets, then film is dynamite.”
In an age where people scroll faster than they think, images speak louder than manifestos. Nothing hits harder than video. It bypasses argument and lands directly in the bloodstream. That’s why my path forward, isn’t in pamphlets or polite op-eds. My future waits behind the camera.
I want to make films that put taboo front and center, forcing the audience to stare at what society prefers to sweep under the rug. Porn like it used to be, no step-censored creating relationships, but good old fashioned hardcore incest. I want to tell real life stories with good casting. Bring the most delicious and realistic incestuous fantasies to life. I also want to film other REAL incest couples, in a docudrama sort of way, getting on both sides of the camera to share personal stories with the community that I am developing.
My films won’t ask for permission. They’ll confront the censorship of adult sexuality head-on. They’ll spotlight the rights of consenting adults to express desire without shame or apology. Each frame I shoot is testimony: sexuality is not sin, censorship is not protection, and free speech must include the messy, uncomfortable, and transgressive. The camera is not a gimmick, it’s my weapon.
My Future Awaits Me
The road ahead is brutal. That’s the reality. Free speech is under constant siege, and sexuality is the easiest target. Activism will cost me money, friends, even peace of mind. But it’s the fight I’ve chosen, and the fight that chose me.
Here’s where you come in. The best way to keep this work alive isn’t applause, it’s support. Buy the videos. Fund the art that the censors want to bury. Every purchase is not just a transaction, it’s a brick in the foundation of free speech. Beyond that, buying personal time with me isn’t just about connection; it’s about building a human chain strong enough to resist erasure.
And there’s another battlefield: social media. Re-post if you see me online. When trolls swarm, let them know, they aren’t acting like fans. Remind them that most social media, isn’t aligned with what I do. (Ie: There is a time and a place). That place for now is here, on my site.
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