BIG NEWS FROM AN INSANE WORLD:
Itch.io just folded like a wet napkin to a pack of low-IQ religious fanatics who think pixel sex is Satan’s work. As of today, Sinful Summer is deindexed from the site (but not deleted, yet). Basically, it’s been tossed into a digital gulag, where only those with a direct link can find it.
Why? Because a bunch of drooling crusaders with toaster-level IQs shrieked “THINK OF THE CHILDREN” over fictional kinks like incest; and the tech overlords, terrified of losing a few PayPal crumbs, decided to nuke anything spicier than a Disney kiss. Same old story: kill art and new ideas, while calling it moral progress in favor of safety.
Congrats, idiots. You’ve officially made the internet dumber, duller, and more dishonest.
Fuck this shit. The fact that you can stumble on gore and literal cheese pizza in the clearnet, but my mild 100% fictional AVN is now treated like contraband, is lighting up my primal rage circuits. Somehow, in these actually inbred puritan brains, "incest in fiction = satanic terror" while real-world exploitation flies under the radar. I'm done tolerating willful idiocy these days.
So what then? Well, I'm still on vacation but I’m done playing nice soon. I’ll host my own damn porn. I’ll take crypto, build my own website, and make it bulletproof in case SubscribeStar or Unifans, where I actually earn money, follow the same cowardly path. You want a digital inquisition? Fine. I’ll be your fucking heretic.
FICTION IS NOT REALITY! To everyone with more than two functioning neurons: thank you for getting it and being great fans that keep supporting me. The rest can go pray their erections away and scream at clouds.
The world’s gone full clown mode. Stay sinful.
— Raul