Everything has another layer. There is no "one true way" to trance. I also sell sparkly things at vending-deeper.tumblr.com. Come find me in other places! (18+ Only Please.) My Patreon: patreon.com/enscenic, My twitter: @EnScenic My Fetlife: EnScenic My Instagram: EnScenic (she/her, 50, not your mom's hypno-fetishist)
what you need to understand about recommending a show to me is that no matter how much we both know I’ll like it, I can’t watch it until the Neurodivergence Department in my brain approves it. I don’t know when that will be, and I don’t have any more control over it than you do.
Sometimes things stay the same, sometimes things change, sometimes things sidestep, and there’s a little bit of all of that happening tomorrow.
First, if you are currently a Patron of mine, then your experience will remain the same, regardless. You probably already know what perks and permissions you receive at the level you’re pledging, and even if that level is no longer available for new Patrons to pledge, it will still be there for you.
Second, I’ve streamlined the available pledging tiers, which should make it much simpler for people to navigate what’s on offer and pledge wherever they’re comfortable. There are now four tiers available to pledge:
1. Pledge $3 - Pre-Talk! Patrons at this tier want to support me, and stay informed about the files I’m releasing and what I’m up to! You can expect 1 audio/month, released before the general population, and updates about what shenanigans I’m up to!
2. Pledge $10 - Deeper! My files really do it for you - you go into trance more and more easily, and want to get more out of your trances. Come join me in my private Discord Channel and chat with me and other patrons. Patrons at this tier can expect 2 audios per month, as well as access to live group sessions in the Discord server!
3. Pledge $20 - Suggestive! Patrons at this level can expect three audios per month, as well as access to my live voice chats on Discord - Once a month or more, I’ll host a voice chat which you’re welcome to join!
4. Pledge $100 - Trance Junkie! You’re so happy to support my work, and want to make sure that it’s easy for me to keep doing it! Patrons at the highest level can expect 4 audios per month, as well as access to all live group sessions in Discord!
All tiers can be pledged month-to-month, or annually (which comes with an 8% discount.)
Third, in addition to the content listed above, every month there will be a “blast from the past” audio release of some past favorites. Every once in a blue moon there will be a bonus audio (keep your eyes open for that rare 5th Friday in a month) for all Patrons. And I’ll be resuming themed content by month which will influence some of what I do on Patreon and Discord, and sometimes give you an opportunity to participate as well!
You can explore my Patreon and its possibilities HERE, and keep following me on tumblr, as well as on Twitter, for updates and information!
René Lalique (1860-1945), Pocket watch, c. 1900. Yellow gold, classical watch mechanism. Decorated with masks, after a drawing by Rodin. Diameter: 5 cm.
This thing is constantly giving off muffled screaming and when you click it open it gets louder
I’m in a google chat hangout with some other editor/writer types and there’s one guy in there just furiously jacking off to the importance of suffering in narrative and I’m one more “I just think it adds depth to our humanity” away from mailing him that 50 gallon drum of lubricant on amazon because jesus god my dude give it a rest.
This just got linked in the chat, and it’s totally gone over his head. He’s now talking about how comedians are some of the most depressed people ever and that’s why creative people are so depressed because we see humanity for what it is and I swear to god if he was wanking any harder to his own genius he’d be on fire.
I just tried to very patiently tell him that maybe his view was a little skewed toward pessimism and not an actual reflection of reality and he just told me not everything in the real world is safe spaces, sunshine and rainbows and if I’d ever known suffering I’d understand that.
It shouldn’t be possible to feel 5 other people separated by several thousand miles worth of distance pull back from their screens and brace for impact and yet.
”Thank you, for making an assumption about my character based on my refusal to agree with your belief that suffering is the pinnacle of human experience. I’ll be sure to keep your good opinion in mind literally never.
As for “if I’d known suffering” I’m not going to get into a personal pissing contest with you, but I will point out that there are two cancer survivors in this chat, and someone who lost a loved one recently, and would thank you kindly to refrain from further invalidating their concept of pain and strength with every single comment you make. You literally told one of them they hadn’t gone through enough in life to understand your perspective of the world, presumably based on that time a girl said no to you and how it reflected the overall narrative arc of your life wherein no one seems to realize the true genius of your mediocre shallow depths.
And if you think that was rude and I hurt your feelings I’d tell you I’m sorry but if you think about it, I’m really just helping you reach the highest form of human experience according to you. You’re welcome.
I’d also like to thoroughly refute your idea that our capacity for pain is our defining trait as a species, and instead politely argue that the true narrative intent behind exploring suffering is to point out our inherent capacity to survive it. More than that, to recover from it.
War is hell, people commit atrocities and death is inevitable and yet we hope.
Hope is a survival instinct. It is one of the purest, most human things
we will ever experience and it’s fundamentally rooted in our DNA. We
hope the dawn will come, we hope the branch will hold our weight, we hope the tiger will not eat us,
we hope the rain will come and water our crops, we hope tomorrow there
will be work so we might feed our families, we hope, we hope, we hope.
There will always be those who run toward danger, not to face their own morality, but to spare others from theirs. But it’s the people waiting on the other side to offer care and compassion who piece the world back together again.
We take pictures of sunsets and blue skies and make up stories about gold at the end of rainbows and if you don’t think creating art is a means of creating safe spaces with which to experience the full gamut of human experience and emotion through healthy and safe means, then myfriend, we have a lot more to talk about than I currently have the patience for. But I’m willing to try if you are.
Secondly, your portrayal of grief in your narrative is not “the most accurately human” as you put it when C____ suggested it felt a little wooden. Which leads me to believe you really have no idea what the emotion feels like beyond a shallow passing acquaintance with the inconvenience of someone experiencing it. Otherwise you’d know people don’t only cry at funerals, but they also laugh. They tell jokes, they comfort each other through the darkness because that’s what we as a species have always done. We look into the dark never ending night of reality and hear the wolves howling at the mortality of the cosmos and we light fires and tell stories about the coming of the dawn and just generally stick together and hope tomorrow will be better.
And just while I’ve got your begrudging attention: the dark brooding loner hero protagonist you’re so in love with because you believe it in some way represents your superiority above others, is nothing more than the male equivalent of the “I’m not like other girls” trope. Discuss.”
Maybe you should send him 50 gallons of aloe instead.
Perfection.
Holy shit you are my HERO
Joy.
JOY.
Please tell me what he did.
I feel like the only recovery from this is to leave the chat.
As an asthmatic, this was critical advice. It can also be helpful to splash cold water on the back of your neck or forehead, which helps distract you from the panic.
If you are having issues with what it feels like breathing in a mask, practice in a calm environment where you feel relaxed, and if you can’t get it to be ok, try different masks.
yeah it’s absolutely important that we talk about how masks can make people feel like they can’t breathe, and that is itself difficult. my mom has straight up developed some sort of agoraphobia during the pandemic and has had to skip out on events because she can’t be in a crowded room with a mask.
good idea to check in with your body and what you’re feeling, what exactly is it that’s causing that suffocating feeling? is it contact with the material or the way it traps warmth near your face? try different fits and materials
It’s been 14 years since I sat in my college dorm room and typed up my very first sex toy review. My blog is now a teen, the same age I was when I fell in love with a girl for the first time. Should I be asking my blog about its sexuality? Honey, you know you can come to me with anything.
I could yammer on about how different everything was back in 2007, because BOY WAS IT, but there are more pressing matters here, such as getting free sex toys into your hands! I’ve gathered 50 prizes for this giveaway, and I can’t wait to bestow them upon you.
