My friends have told me that I'm crazy and sometimes behave dangerously.  I don't believe roleplaying more bizarre fetishes on Reddit anything dangerous.  After all, the incredible anonymity of Reddit protects me.  I will admit that I never think about any psychological danger to me, or to the other person I'm roleplaying with.


A few months ago, I posted a roleplay ad with the scenario of being a psychiatrist.  I had over thirty messages within the first minute, from both men and women.  Most messages were men who masturbated too much and wanted help.  Others were men questioning their sexual orientation.  One was a woman who had a penis (I went pretty far RPing with her).  The most interesting for me was a man who admitted to fantasizing about raping and murdering women.  I found it fascinating, not just psychologically but logistically---how would I play this out?  Below is the actual text of our initial roleplay.  We never were able to play again, though I was very willing.  His life was busy, as was mine, and then I moved out of the country which made the time difference an insurmountable problem.  I knew nothing about him accept that he had children, and one night while we were chatting, his daughter had a nightmare and he had to give her cuddles until she fell asleep.


ME
But you're making progress. I don't think you're a terrible, bad person. I believe in you. I believe that you really don't want to hurt anyone anymore. I want you to put your hands around my throat. I know you won't hurt me because you want to be someone different.

HIM
Alright, doctor... I'll try... Your skin is so smooth, so pale. I can't help imagining bruises appearing on it. I need to touch it harder... feel it more.

ME
You're doing very well, but you don't need to be so rough.

HIM
But I particularly love to do this to redheads, doctor... So pale, I can see the welts and bruises. I'm so hard, doctor, I'm going to unzip myself to make it easier. To make it more like what I've done before...

ME
You're doing this too hard. You should let go of me.

HIM
It will be easier on the floor, doctor. You'll come down here, beneath me. Look at how hard it gets me? You see? You see what I'm up against? Having this soft, warm meat in my hands just makes it so difficult to stop...

ME
I see what it's doing to you, but you need to stop. You need to let go of me right now before you do something you regret.

HIM
I already told you, meat, I don't ever regret it, I just think that I should. Maybe you'll stop telling me I need let go if I squeeze harder... Maybe I'll get more out of this with your skirt up around your waist.

ME
No, please, no, don't, you're not like this, you're not this kind of person. At least you don't want to be. You want to be more.

HIM
No, I don't, you worthless piece of female meat masquerading as a doctor. I want to be the person I feel like when I'm doing this... powerful, using others for my pleasure.

You feel so good on the inside, doctor... particularly when you struggle and your throat bulges.

ME
No, no, no, please stop, I can't breathe.

HIM
If you can't breathe, you can't tell me I'm wrong, you stupid piece of fuckmeat. I can't take your accusing face anymore, I need to turn you over, doctor. Your throat feels so delicate in my hands, maybe it'll help if I distract you from that by using your ass.

ME
I struggle and grasp at your hands and cry out.

HIM
Skirt over your hip, stockings torn open for me.

It feels so good to dig my fingers into your throat, to feel your life leave you. Thank you for helping me, doctor... your ass is so tight...

(This is extremely hot...)

ME
I'm full of terror as I gasp and struggle and realize I'm not going to escape and I've made an enormous mistake.

HIM
Do you feel how hard that is in you, doctor? That's because of how right this all feels to me. You'll never tell me I'm wrong again, you can't even speak now. You are just meat... and a tight hole.

ME
"Please," I manage to gasp.

HIM
"Women are meat. Women are meat. Women are meat."

Stretching out your ass, feeling the life drain out of you on the floor of your office. Feeling myself cum inside you.

"This will be the last thing you feel, doctor."





His motivations are obvious: feelings of persecutions, accusations, ridicule by women.  He needs to silence women as a way of finding satisfaction, a way of proving that he isn't "wrong" at all.  He reduces women to meat because, very vividly to him, women are beyond meat.  They are so powerful he is obsessed with reducing them to a raw physical self, empty of personality.  Nothing frightens him more than women, and it's this fear that makes him lash out.  

If I roleplay with someone with these fantasies, will it, could it prevent him from enacting this in real life?  Is that even an issue at all?  Was this man even capable of living out his fantasies (he assured me several times he hasn't hurt anyone)?  I never believed so.  I believe that staging his fantasies through online roleplay was a healthy form of dealing with his issues.  

This isn't meant to be a confessional as I don't feel any guilt.  I have no conscience to appease, no burden to alleviate.

I had a long term online roleplay relationship, with someone I met on Reddit's dirtypenpals, with a British man.  We'll call him Bill.  Bill was married, with a young daughter, with a normal job, driving to work every morning in traffic and being very tired when he got home.  

Bill was very protective of me, as much as he could be online.  He loved me, too, as much as he could online.  We played out many sexual fantasies which were extremely stimulating.  He had special tastes as well.

For example, he liked to fantasize about beating the shit out of me, choking me, violently fucking me until I bled.  Once we even used blood as part of sex.  

Once he confessed to fantasizing about killing women he saw in public, and couldn't explain why.  He was also suicidal, which frightened me, and suffered from depression.

As far as fantasies went, Bill liked age play.  Particularly, incestuous age play.  When I called him Daddy in a text, it would instantly transform our communication.  I would write my dialogue as a little girl (8-10 years old) and he would proceed to seduce me.  These were the most profound fantasies that we had, and extremely moving for him.  The combination of tender fatherly feelings with sexual desire satisfied him in ways he couldn't explain.  In fact, I'm hard pressed to explain it myself.  It was never violent, and it was filled with love. 

I participated because it was moving for me as well, and it didn't feel wrong.  If anything, it served as a great comfort. 

He had always told me that he would never think of his own daughter in this way and I believed him.  I don't talk to him anymore---this is how RP relationships go.  They don't seem to last long.  

I could never believe that Bill was anything monstrous.  He had sexual desires he couldn't explain, and couldn't discuss with his wife or anyone else.  To do so would be a kind of suicide.  This is wrong.  These are things men should be allowed to discuss.  We must face that underage sex, and extremely underage sex, is something that, most likely, many of the men in our lives find sexually stimulating.  

I strongly doubt this is a joke.  The short story (this is not a novel) is written seriously and with some serious choices which are based on scientific theory: the T-Rex has feathers, for example, alluding to theories that the dinosaurs evolved into birds.  However, the fact that humans and dinosaurs coexisted is, of course, a fantasy created for the sake of the erotica genre.  

Beast erotica is a legitimate fetish, and roleplayers pop up on reddit's DPP at least once a day looking to be fucked by a fantastical beast.

Therein lies the catch:  according to pornography laws in the US and the UK, bestiality is not permitted.  But monster porn/erotica is.  The monsters have to be mythical or ancient creatures: unicorns, dinosaurs, dragons, hydras, etc.  They cannot be animals that live in current times.

I fail to understand this distinction, and, when I'm in a good mood, I find it utterly hilarious.  What is the core of the objection to bestiality?  The cross species sexual contact?  Why would that be improper?  Because of the possibility of breeding, of creating human/animal hybrids (even though this isn't possible)?  Is it based on Christian theology and the idea that sex should only be between a man and wife (yes, homosexuality and other sexual orientations not allowed)?

Personally I worry about animal cruelty, but that's not an argument I hear very much against bestiality.  In fact, I hear the opposite.

When I was teaching Theatre History at a university in Texas, a student came up to me after class and said he had a problem: a guy he had a crush on was in a sexual relationship with a golden retriever.  "I really like this guy though." 

I swallowed and asked, "Is the dog being hurt?"

"No!  He loves it.  He's always on this guy humping his leg."

"Perhaps," I said and took a deep breath, "you should look at this in terms of a human relationship.  If this guy was fucking his roommate, would you be okay about it?  Would you want to be with him?"

"No."

"There you go."

And there I went: judging and arguing that bestiality is a sexual orientation, and once which should be seen as identical to a sexual relationship between two humans.

Looking through Reddits Dirtypenpals subreddit, I'm continually surprised by the number of people interested in roleplaying incest.

I took a Vampire Fiction class at UCLA as an undergrad.  My professor said that nothing loses the public interest like vampires.  I disagree.  Nothing loses the public interest like incest.  

People just don't want to admit it.

The intense taboo of incest (sometimes I think it's the strongest) makes breaking it much more exciting.  But I think it's more than that.  It's about the forbidden, but it's also about generating sexual pleasure from those people in your life that know you better than anyone.  Family ties are among the strongest bonds we will ever experience.  Even if the experiences are negative, some bonds will remain in spite of our efforts to break them.  

It's a tantalizing thought: those people who know you emotionally, who have watched you grow up might also be able to sexually satisfy you better than anyone else.  Perhaps the familial connection would also create the most lasting, loving romantic relationship of your life.

Estranged relatives have a fifty percent chance of feeling sexually attracted to one another.

Go here for an interview with a woman who is engaged to her biological father.

It's no wonder incest is such a hot fetish on reddit's /r/dirtypenpals (a place I might be found if you're in the neighborhood).  Perhaps there's a biological grounding in all incestuous sexual curiosity.