Happy International Women's Day!

To my readers,

I would like to thank you for enjoying my stories, and leaving likes and comments as some of you do. Normally, I do not celebrate this particular day of the year, but I figured I should, considering the content I produce, and the themes within it.

Hopefully it is clear enough to everyone that the stories I write with themes of controlling women (via brainwashing, substances, manipulation, etc), or including stereotypical bimbos, or housewives who are submissive to a male is not a reflection of my true character nor how I see women in general.

As a matter of fact, I love women, more than as objects or desires, but as fellow creations from God. For He did say that it was not right for man to be alone, so He should have a helper, and fashioned Eve from Adam's rib (there are other interpretations, of course). Throughout our lives, women are there for us, starting with our mothers at birth who feed us, clean us, and ensure our survival into later years. They are the ones we call when we have problems, and need advice or emotional support. And for some of us, women are the ones who help us become the best versions of ourselves.

Without women, we would not have the amazing genre of romantic comedies, Dante Alighieri would not have written Vita Nuova about his beloved Beatrice, and we wouldn't have a whole lot of other things.

Think about it.

For many of us straight men who write erotica, we would not have any muse if there were not a woman to be the subject. We may write stories about women in situations we want to fantasize, or about fictional women we create and make our own. But the inspiration and idea comes from a real life woman. It may not be one's mom, or a wife or girlfriend, or someone we just met on the street, but it is a woman who sparked that initial creative idea within the dark recesses of our minds, and gave us a reason to start writing, or drawing, or making music.

So thank you ladies, for all that you do, and have done for the world, for mankind, and for myself.

Sincerely,

Rev. Callous