Midweek Stank: Why My Site Will NEVER Have Reviews (And Why That’s the Point) ✨
Wednesday check-in. Still full. Still filthy. Still not letting strangers rate my soul.
It’s been a good-ass week so far.
I’m halfway through writing Geriatric Hes*, and yes, there is lube on the Life Alert button.
Yes, there’s a scene where someone gets bent over a mobility scooter and praises God and Medicare in the same breath.
And yes, I’m writing it like I mean it.
Because I do.
Because this shit matters.
Because for some of us, stories like these are the only place we get to feel seen, filthy, fed, and not filtered through some sanitized idea of “relatable.”
So imagine my face when I got this message:
“Hey! Love your books. But I think your site would be even better if people could leave reviews!”
Babe. I say this with love and marinara in my teeth:
Absolutely the fuck not.
And not just “not right now.”
Not “maybe someday.”
Not “I’ll think about it.”
My store will never, ever, ever have reviews.
Let’s get into why.
First: Reviews aren’t neutral.
They’ve been marketed to you like they’re just “helpful feedback,” like they’re somehow objective.
But they’re not.
They’re shaped by expectation, conditioning, and a whole lot of “this isn’t what I’m used to, so it must be bad.”
And you know who gets hit hardest in reviews?
- Fat girls
- Black girls
- Girls who write about sex without shame
- Girls who write about taboo shit on purpose
- Girls who don’t apologize for their kink, their hunger, or their weight
So when I say I’m not letting reviews anywhere near this site, I’m not being defensive.
I’m being protective.
Of the work. Of the readers. Of the space I built that doesn’t give a fuck about palatability.
Second: This isn’t a washing machine.
Reviews make sense when you’re buying something utilitarian.
We all want a blender that blends. A washer that washes. A charger that charges.
But a book?
A book isn’t a tool.
It’s an experience.
And people experience stories for wildly different reasons.
Some folks read my work because they’re kinky and wanna be fed while they get praised.
Some read it to reclaim a body that’s always been policed.
Some read it because they want to feel dirty again after being numb for years.
And some just wanna laugh at a bitch getting her back blown out in a Five Guys bathroom.
There’s no universal “correct” experience for that.
And pretending there is—like it’s something you can score with stars or explain in bullet points—is just Amazon-brain nonsense.
This site is built to resist that.
You don’t need a stranger’s breakdown of a sex scene to know whether it’s for you.
You need freedom. Access. A safe place to get off, get fed, get free and not be judged for how or why you got there.
Third: Reviews kill risk.
You ever notice how books with the most five-star reviews are usually… boring?
Safe. Predictable. Designed to please the widest possible audience.
I don’t write that shit.
I write books about:
- Getting pregnant in drive-thrus
- Stepbrother cravings and financial sub
- Foot worship at Waffle House
- Thick femmes turning mukbangs into redemption arcs
- Old hoes getting bent in nursing homes
- Shame-free filth, where the girls moan loud, eat good, and don’t give a damn about approval
Reviews would dull that edge.
Make people start writing for the response instead of for the release.
That’s not art. That’s content. I’m not here for content.
This site is a feast, not a rating system.
I want you to get messy.
Get full.
Feel everything.
Or feel nothing but the sweat on your thighs after reading 10k words of filthy indulgence.
But I never want you hesitating before you open a book because someone with no imagination didn’t “relate” to a kinky, greasy, emotionally unhinged Black fat girl fucking her way through a redemption arc.
This is not that site.
So yeah. No reviews. Ever.
You’re grown. You know what you want.
You know how to read a blurb, follow your cravings, and click “buy” without needing Susan from Pinterest to co-sign it.
In summary:
- Fuck Amazon conditioning
- Fuck respectability
- Fuck the idea that pleasure needs to be explained or justified
- And fuck reviews as a default mode of literary validation
Read because you want to.
Read because you’re starving for something filthy, wild, and yours.
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It’s Wednesday.
The titty’s still out.
The stories are still filthy.
And your approval was never the point. 😈💋
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