Recently I read a fascinating article about online gooner culture, something I was aware of but not that aware of! And then a couple days later I saw the French-language thriller, Red Rooms, both of which got me thinking about the influence of the internet on our psyche, especially for those of us who are very online. I certainly meet that criteria though I’m probably not as bad as many Gen Z-ers. For example, I don’t really enjoy texting all that much, something that many young people really seem to enjoy! Some young models I know would even prefer texting over email, something that I don’t get at all. I know texting isn’t really online, but you could say it’s online adjacent, with our smartphones being mini computers that we all carry around, tapping out messages with our thumbs. I’m certainly as addicted to my iPhone as anyone though I do make a point of trying to put it away when I eat a meal with someone – it’s just too distracting.
I should mention that this blog post may come off as a little heavy and introspective. I don’t want to be a buzz kill but both the article and the movie raised some interesting questions that have crossed my mind many times over the years. “The Goon Squad” is a long in-depth article from a writer named Daniel Kolitz for Harper’s Magazine, who interviewed dozens of gooners and got to know many of them, even attending gooner events, as limited as they are since the whole gooner phenomenon basically occurs in solitary bedrooms in front of computer screens. If you’re not familiar with the term itself – I suspect most who read this blog have at least heard of it – gooning is a kind of masturbation, similar to edging, that can go on for hours, using porn to stay hard but with the goal of never cumming and putting oneself in a zoned-out state. I found the self-destructive behavior and extreme isolation of some of the gooners – mostly young guys – just jaw dropping. And I’m a person who spends a lot of time alone because of all my work on the computer. I’ll admit I’ve certainly overindulged in some long porn sessions myself – but never like that!
As the author puts it in the article, the underlying message of gooning, as he sees it, is to “kill yourself. Not literally, but spiritually…’Ruin your mind,’ ‘go deeper,’ ‘give up on life’: these are goon porn’s basic slogans, the movement’s rallying cries.” And another common theme in gooner world is that the gooner is gooning because no woman would ever want to date such a guy, and deep down inside he knows it. Some of the stories in the article are pretty grim, especially one near the end about a young guy who allegedly gets into the scene so deeply that he never leaves his room and just pees on the floor whenever the urge strikes, with numerous unwashed sex toys lying around!
One thing the article made me think about is that sometimes I’ll wonder how many people out there have gotten obsessed with Trannies in Trouble to an unhealthy degree. Probably not that many, but I always wonder. Are there borderline cases of someone getting drunk and jerking off for hours to my videos, or spending numerous evenings in a row downloading as many videos as they possibly can? (The latter probably has happened since the system will temporarily shut someone down if they have a dozen downloads in the queue all at the same time.) But one question I occasionally ask myself is: has my website been more a source for good or for ill in this world? (And don’t worry, I’m not fishing for reassurances). I truly believe the website has probably done more good than ill since so many people over the years have written and said that Trannies in Trouble helped them accept their dressing and/or their interests in bondage. A few have even written and said that the site helped influence their decision to go ahead and transition and that they feel happier for having done so. That’s especially flattering news to hear. But reading the gooner article did awaken some of those lingering questions. I do have one online friend who expresses distress about overindulging in online porn and obsessive fantasizing and who sometimes feels out of control. And in my own case I have times when I certainly have overindulged, mostly on the phone sex / texting site, Niteflirt, which I’ve mentioned before. (That’s one site where I DO enjoy texting!) I also enjoy being an operator on the site, or “flirt,” as they call them and have had some fun interactions (most of the time). But as a customer I’ve certainly overdone things more than once, especially when I’ve gotten a little tipsy and horny.
These questions about too much porn consumption and too much sexting and about how much is too much when it comes to being online are probably always going to run through my mind from time to time since I tend to be reflective and I’m definitely a ruminator. And my mood and confidence level in the moment affect how I answer these questions. Certainly, when I’m under a lot of stress there’s a part of me that wants to log on to Niteflirt as a customer and get emotionally beaten up by some stranger. Other times I’m like, No thanks, I’m fine.
Regarding Red Rooms, I’ll keep it brief and try not to reveal any spoilers. It’s very stylish and creepy although it has very little gore. And the main actress, Juliette Gariépy, does an incredible job – she’s beautiful and has a mysterious unknowable presence, playing a fashion model named Kelly-Anne with an unhealthy fascination on a serial killer who’s on trial in Montreal. She gets up early and sleeps outside on a bench each morning to make sure she gets a seat in the courtroom. And there’s one courtroom scene that, well, filled me with such anxiety – you’ll know it if you see it. Even by the end of the movie Kelly-Anne’s motivations still aren’t entirely clear.
Where Kelly-Anne is very online is in her habit of playing online poker and frequenting online chat rooms where very disturbing videos are auctioned off. You get a sense that so much of her world revolves around staring at her computer screen and interacting with online avatars. She does befriend another young woman also obsessed with the serial killer on trial but otherwise seems to have very few people in her life. The movie has subtitles, and if you like creepy and more cerebral thrillers, it’s definitely a good one.
I’m probably making an obvious point here, but both the gooner article and Red Rooms for me underscore the potential dangers of being online too much – Red Rooms of course being an extreme example of dysfunction, as are some of the gooners. But it seems as time passes that more and more of us spend more and more time online. There are many studies showing that Americans are more isolated than ever and spend less and less time with one another. It’s funny that I, a person who runs an online fetish website, would comment on this and be concerned about how things are going. But again, I mainly question the impact that all this online life has had on myself. Again, there’s no need to worry about me – you may be just as addicted as I am – but I do sometimes wonder about my own sense of balance when it comes to being online.
Obviously, a big fear for many is the danger of coming to the end of one’s life and having regrets. Certainly, there are many crossdressers who regret not dressing more and embracing who they are. That’s not something I generally feel, though I’ve certainly had my own moments of self-doubt. But there’s always the question of what you chose to do in life and was it the right choice? These kinds of thoughts have a way of popping up over and over since again they deal with questions that can’t fully be answered. Who’s to say if a different path would have been better? I could almost picture an alternate reality where I finally close all my online profiles, log off Fetlife for good, turn T’s in Trouble over to a friend, and move into a monastery. Who knows? there might be a need for some bondage there (it could be a very special kind of monastery). Then again, too much pondering on the path not taken can be crazy-making for anyone. But still.
So I had some thoughts on my mind recently. Really, though, I’m doing fine and plan to keep shooting new material for a few more years or for as long as my back holds up. In the meantime, though, the article and movie mentioned above I thoroughly recommend if you’re so inclined. Keep the faith!




























