Intro

Hello, and welcome to my emporium of morbidly kinky oversexed insanity. I am your morbidly kinky oversexed host: Red Ochre, or Red, or RO, whatever. It's not like it's my real name (I couldn't use my real name here. Not to protect my identity, but for legal reasons. It's McDonald Disney Microsoft Pepsi). Anyway, this is my little speck of a corner of the internet, where I can spend my time and effort doing all the ranting and complaining I want about one of the least important things in the world: fetish media.

Now if you're a normal internet-goer (psych! there's no such thing), you probably assume fetish media is typical pr0n with an excessive focus on feet or noses or armadillos or something completely random, but you'd be wrong. This isn't just fetish porn, it's fetish media in general, which, being primarily made by the fetishists themselves, aren't staged live-action productions but generally appear as prose, drawings, and photos taken very out of context.

In fact, to me, the ridiculous set-ups, reduction of the mystique and sexuality of femininity to the square inch between her legs, and indulgent focus on dicks flopping everywhere in generic porn is kind of a turn off, and it's not something I particularly enjoy, seeing how I'm such a unique and special deviant with so much personality that society just can't label me as one of the masses of conformist sheep that flood this world. Sorry, that was the hipster in me coming out. I've been meaning to get him exorcised.

His name is Clyde, but he likes to call himself Barcelona McHelvetica.

So what's my deal?

If you're here, you probably already know, but for starry-eyed innocents who stumbled across this site, allow me to position my heel directly over your childlike naivety. My deal is transformation fetish. It's hot.

Haha, no. Well, maybe...

Specifically, the dude to chick transformations, (it's called TG. It defines my blog, so I thought I should mention it in my first post somewhere). but I'm willing to expand my bases incredibly far, to things like: Dude transform into a chick who's a schoolgirl: Dude transform into a chick who's a maid: Dude transform into a chick who's a playboy bunny: Even dude transform into a chick who's an Asian chick. So yeah, basically to the extent that virtually everyone else who's into this kind of thing.

My other odds and ends, whatsits and whoozats (whoozats of the dark, twisted depths of my perverse soul) will by revealed over the next few articles, from now until whenever this blog fails to hold my attention anymore.

My attention span has be clocked at approximately 4.19 seconds.

But in the meantime, I have absolutely no qualms in ranting about things I don't like. Why? Because the internet is made of complaining. When you're not the one complaining, it may bug you, but if you were in my place, you'd understand. So these are the things you can expect not to see on my blog, (unless, of course, I'm in a hissy fit ranting about how much I hate them).

First, crossdressing. Not my thing. Girl clothes are sexy, and, indeed, the change in clothing is one of the best parts about transformation, but the thought of a guy shoving his hairy, muscular/fat, unfemininely proportioned body into a Little Black Dress kind of makes me retch. No offense to any actual crossdressers out there; I have nothing but respect for your lifestyle. It just makes makes me retch. I also find it incredibly impractical in most of it's incarnations, but I'll get to that later.

Second, furries. FUCKING furries! I wouldn't be so pissed off about this if it wasn't ALL OVER the goddamn place! (I even got a DeviantArt request for one, even after I SAID NO FURRIES) Now, I don't mind, and may even come to appreciate a pair of cat or bunny ears, or a tail, if the story is far-fetched enough for them to be commonplace, but the last thing I want to do to the sexy female body is drop a carpet on it and give it big, slobbering dog muzzle.

Third, age progression. Age REgression is one of my major kinks, and I'll definitely get to that later, but progression I just find, at best, boring, and at worst, disturbing or depressing considering the stage of life the transformee just lost. I guess when undergoing a transformation, there's always a lot of things lost, but since growing older and running out of time is something I don't particularly like to think about, it just doesn't do it for me.

Now keep in mind, fetishes are based on involuntary, illogical, unexplained forces throughout or sexual maturation and even during our adult life, so if you're into any of the above, it doesn't make you bad, or wrong, or anything. It just means we can't be friends. Okay? Okay!