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Attached below is my latest article demanding accountability from the Porn Industry.

Clicks, Profit, and Suffering: Pornhub’s Real Legacy

Porn The Promise of Freedom: A Dangerous Illusion

In my article, I dive deep into how platforms like this perpetuate abuse through inadequate verification systems, stolen content, and incentivizing the normalization of violence and exploitation. It’s not just about sex on screen—it’s about the lack of protections for vulnerable workers and the failure to clamp down on trafficking, underage content, and coercion.

Freedom to profit from your own likeness is a cornerstone of capitalism, but platforms like Pornhub profit from exploitation—ignoring consent, workers' rights, and human dignity.

It’s time to demand accountability: safe working conditions, real verification, and protection against trafficking and abuse.

All Medium Members, please read now: Clicks, Profit, and Suffering: Pornhub’s Real Legacy

#HumanRights #Accountability #DigitalEthics #Exploitation

Clicks, Profit, and Suffering: Pornhub’s Real Legacy

Porn The Promise of Freedom: A Dangerous Illusion

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A Coffee Shop Called Purgatory

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A story from Klaus Dreadful on Medium

Read “KinX🥊 Feeling Like Your Not Big Enough 🍆? A Guide For All Sizes and Positions To Try.“ by Klaus Dreadful on Medium: https://medium.com/mindgasm/kinx-feeling-like-your-not-big-enough-a-guide-for-all-sizes-and-positions-to-try-191f81d6fa52

Sex guide for all penis sizes, tips, and multiple positions

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A story from Klaus Dreadful on Medium

Read “💖 KINX  —  Gentle Femdom: Exploring Soft Authority and Tender Dominance“ by Klaus Dreadful on Medium: https://medium.com/mindgasm/gentle-femdom-exploring-soft-authority-and-tender-dominance-93c1cd6ca94d

💖 KINX  —  Gentle Femdom: Exploring Soft Authority and Tender Dominance

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A story from Klaus Dreadful on Medium

Read “I Am Klaus Dreadful I Particularly Write Fictional Essays and Discuss Topics That Can Be A Bit…“ by Klaus Dreadful on Medium: https://medium.com/@KlausDreadful/a7a9548f8e6d

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The Condition - Free Story by Klaus Dreadful

A Collection of Narratives, Stories, and Other Scribbles Displaying The Condition Of Our Human Experience.

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Twilight Veil: A Spectral Form Roaming

When twilight's veil cloaks the sky,And shadows whisper through the gloaming,Think of me in that dusky haze,A spectral form, softly roaming.In the still of moonlit night,Where phantoms tread with silent feet,I am the ember in twilight's breath,A flicker on the edge of night.In the echoes of a distant bell,Where time itself begins to fray,I drift through cosmic streams of thought,A timeless…

Twilight Veil: A Spectral Form Roaming

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A story from Klaus Dreadful on Medium

Read “The World’s End Pub“ by Klaus Dreadful on Medium: https://medium.com/@KlausDreadful/the-worlds-end-pub-ad13079d04df

The World’s End Pub

Alex sat at the rickety kitchen table, staring into a bowl of stale cereal. The flakes were limp, floating in a pool of expired milk. The sp

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She was a goddamn miracle wrapped in a mess, a chaotic symphony of contradictions that left me breathless. Her hair was a tangled wild thing, like she’d just come from a fight with the wind, and her eyes, Christ, those eyes, could strip you bare with a glance. She laughed like the world was ending and she didn’t give a damn.

We met in a bar, the kind of place that smelled like old regrets and spilled beer. She was sitting at the counter, nursing a drink that looked as bitter as my past. I slid onto the stool next to her, more out of habit than intent. She glanced over, raised an eyebrow, and I was hooked.

“Buy me a drink, or just sit there looking pathetic?” she said, her voice a smoky rasp that curled around my brain and squeezed.

I bought her a drink, and another, and before I knew it, we were talking about everything and nothing. She told me about her dreams, about the art she wanted to create but never did. I told her about the stories I wrote and never finished. We were two broken pieces, trying to fit together in the madness.

Her apartment was a disaster, a testament to her beautiful chaos. Paintings half-finished, books piled in precarious towers, clothes strewn like she’d been in a hurry her whole life. But there was something in the mess, a kind of wild beauty that called to the parts of me I thought were dead.

She’d lie next to me, tracing the scars on my chest with a finger, whispering secrets and dreams. And I, the cynic, the bastard who thought love was for fools, found myself believing. Believing that maybe, just maybe, we could make something out of the broken shards of our lives.

She was a whirlwind, a goddamn force of nature, and loving her was like standing in the eye of a storm. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t sane, but it was real. And in the end, that’s all I ever wanted.