The Way That Some Of You Address Accountability Is Genuinely Insane.

The way that some of you address accountability is genuinely insane.

If I write fanfiction about dry-riding Henry Cavill into oblivion, and I host it on AO3 where I can reasonably assume he will not be floating around searching the Henry Cavill's Thighs tag, and I never attempt to present it to him or fail to take measures to prevent him seeing it if I share the link on other platforms, but some neanderthal decides to print it out and hand it to him while he's shopping for dog food, I can promise you:

The blame is not on me for writing that fic.

The problem is not that the fic existed in the first place.

The solution is not to remove the fic and make sure no more is written ever.

The blame is on the negative IQ idiot who printed it out and ensured he'd see it.

The problem is that they were inappropriate and disrespectful and violated the mutual, respectful understanding of separation between a famous person and specific areas of their fandom.

(If you do not want to die of a peanut allergy, you do not visit a peanut processing factory. If you do not want to read about complete strangers doing the Dyson 3000 Soul Begone on your dick, you do not search your name on AO3.)

The solution is to not be that person. To do not those things. To ensure the proper education of what is and is not appropriate in those areas where fandom spaces and real life mix.

This has been a PSA.

We're entering this strange era of fannish existence where we are simultaneously trying to censor everything into oblivion and also be as invasive as we possibly can to celebrities and people of interest.

Like god forbid someone writes smut fic about Henry Cavill on their silly little Tumblr account, but its considered normal that "insider sources" are selling telling you all about his private relationships and paparazzi are photographing him buying groceries.

I can't say 'sex' on TikTok but Daily Mail can take photographs of female celebrities half-naked in their own backyards and talk about their weight and their breasts and how appealing they are or aren't.

We are obsessed with consuming real life, often invasive content about real people, but god forbid we start creating our own so we don't rely on exploiting them and their privacy.

I know you promoted Emerald Chat, but Rolechat.org is also a really good alternative which is active and specifically for roleplay - it's a bit better than emeraldchat because there are less weirdos.

I do have an upcoming post about them both. Part of the reason I promoted EmeraldChat is that site offers a bit more transparency and filtration of the people you're chatting with. Although Rolechat does also offer some pretty decent safety features, including blocking, which would've been a godsend on Omegle.

(Still praying one of the old moderators manages to take legacy of Omegle and reinstate the site. Hopefully with better functions and less bots.)

There are also weirdos on any chat site. That's unavoidable. I don't judge websites based on weirdos. I judge them based on what functions they give me to get rid of the weirdos.

That said, I haven't actually come across any on either site in ship tags, yet. I've probably jinxed myself with that, but hey ho. Its also important to remember that it was violently easy to code bots for Omegle, so a lot of the weirdos you ran into weren't actually people.

"Why don't you tell the people you know in real life what you read/write/draw and see what happens!!"

Because its the equivalent of waltzing down to the breakfast table and telling my parents what porn I watched last night. Because if I told my boss I touch myself to Captain America fingerblasting the Winter Soldier into the 22nd century he'd send me to HR regardless of the finer details. Because when you talk about filthy, dirty, messy sex at a two-seater in Olive Garden they tend to ask you to leave and never come back.

My boss doesn't need to know that I get off to thinking about a werewolf using me like a cum'n'go because that is simply not relevant to how well I can type up a draft document or operate a printer.

My parents do not need to know that I would tongue-dive Harry Styles' batootie so deep I touch teeth because. They're my parents. Frankly, no parents want to know what their child does or doesn't like in bed. Have you ever asked your parents how they fuck? What porn they get off to? Is that your sunday dinner conversational topic?

Talking about any form of sex or kink or personal habits in a place where it is not appropriate, and when the other conversational party has not consented, is not okay regardless.

So like. Yeah, I'm not gonna go tell my boss that about my fictional pornography habits and interests. But that's not because I'm ashamed of them or because they're wrong.

E.g; do you always look at a product's ratings and take influence on the decision to purchase or not from those?

Does the amount of kudos and bookmarks influence your decision to read fanfiction?