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Have you watched Crash?
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You have some amazing writing content. I am interested to know how it was born in you?
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Ricky Cage, a Masterclass in Sublimation
I deliberately stopped watching porn a few years ago to protect (1) my dopamine and (2) my ability to… touch grass. By that I mean real sex with real people — something porn has a way of interrupting, warping, or crowding out with algorithm-perfect fantasies.
Then an Instagram Reel (another thing I try to avoid) hooked me: the top half showed a man calmly taking a customer service call, legs in the air. Offscreen, a low, mechanical hum — unmistakably a fuck machine. One comment pointed me to “the multi-talented Ricky Cage.”
A quick search revealed absurd, self-aware, nerdy porn. In a similar clip, machine whirring, Cage helps a caller stuck on Elden Ring’s Radahn boss fight: “Have you tried dodging? Have you tried not being a pussyboy?” The irony is it’s Cage in a chastity cage, getting machine-fucked.
Cage’s work goes deeper than gimmick. He builds elaborate worlds — in Oradrone, thousands of men are kept in sexual captivity; in Priapus, machine overlords debate whether “raping” humans is acceptable. Priapus — the overseer — insists we’ve always celebrated domination, conquest, and eroticised power. The machines, then, are just giving us what we want. It’s philosophical entrapment: our darkest desires reflected back, then enforced.
Let’s be clear: rape is bad. Full stop. And I’m going to assume Cage agrees.
But if we want to understand fantasies like this, we have to separate desire from act. Rape is an act — violent, non-consensual, destructive. Desire, on the other hand, is a non-specific internal spark. It can be channelled — sublimated — into art, performance, or consensual play. Or it can be repressed.
This is where Freud got it wrong. He argued repression was necessary to keep society from collapsing — as if without it we’d all be murdering and raping. On the surface it sounds like common-sense, but it’s actually backwards. Freud’s mistake was conflating desire with action.
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I like being alive.
I’m not the best girl,
But I’ve been called worse.
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