Showing posts with label censorship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label censorship. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

ADVENTURES OF ALEXA (BOOK 2): SCANDAL OF THE FORBIDDEN PICTURE BANNED IN 11 COUNTRIES

My fellow Stibbonites,

I stand before you today, heart in hand, a proud and profoundly honored writer of smut whose efforts have finally received the recognition they deserved.

A certain Bond-villain-looking man’s policies at Amazon KDP have removed my book “Adventures of Alexa (Book 2): Scandal of the Forbidden Picture” from their platform in 11 countries.

Which, technically, makes me an almost worldwide banned author. Boom, baby! That’s an instant hall of fame backstage pass if ever there was one!

M. R. Stibbons banned in 11 countries... my stuff is that dirty, yes. It’s now official.

After several humorously futile attempts at communicating with Amazon’s customer support in the hopes of resolving the issue, I only got the same copy-pasted response again and again: "the content of your book violates our content policies". The nice Indian folk at CS never specified whether the "problem" was in the book’s content or the cover itself nor were they open to any discussion. 

To be honest, I’ve had warmer and far more friendly and helpful chats with AI chatbots.

But judging from the fact that my book “Adventures of Alexa (Book 1): Curse of the Horny Ruby” has not be removed, I would guess that what rubbed the Bond-villain-looking man the wrong way was the cover.

In other words, the “Scandal of the Forbidden Picture” did indeed contain a forbidden picture for the moral standards of someone who is OK with the idea that a person 18 years of age can pursue a career in porn, but God forbid they have a watered-down beer.

So, not to toot my own horn, but I’m also kind of a prophet. Like the Simpsons or something…

Monday, July 13, 2020

WHEN DID SHIT GET *THIS* ORWELLIAN?

My fellow Stibbonites,

Yesterday started off as any other regular day at work. I sat in front of my computer, made myself a nice hot cup of chamomile tea, poured some whiskey in it (because fuck chamomile tea), and started typing away at my next porn masterpiece. 
 
I use MS Word, just as I always have ever since the damn thing first came out. Does anyone remember that old version where there was a cartoon paperclip on the bottom right of the screen? I loved that googly-eyed motherfucker. He was my little writing buddy. Let me tell you, we had some good times, me and him. We had our ups, our downs... sometimes we said things to each other that could not be unsaid - but those were the days when computer screens were massive and could take a slap without toppling over. Ah! Good times, man; good times. 

But anyway, I digress. So, when I had written a couple of nasty words I noticed that Word had marked them in a purple dotted line. That was new. I right-clicked on them to see what the perceived problem was and lo and behold: "This language may be offensive to your reader". What the fucking fuck, Word? Are you my mother, peeking over my shoulder? Of course I know "this language may be offensive". That's exactly why I use it. Besides, what business is it of yours to patronize me? Perhaps I'm writing dialogue to the villain in my novel; or, perhaps, I'm writing my own suicide note and want to let off some steam. You are a word processor. You barely get to make any grammatical or syntactical correction suggestions, so in what twisted up Orwellian nightmare do you think you get to make a moral judgement on how I chose to express myself privately? 

OK, perhaps I exaggerate a little. As the more perceptive of you might have understood by now, I'm only serious half the time I'm joking and I'm joking two thirds of the time I'm being serious. In any case, I know a slippery slope when I see one.