<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Ripteron on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ripteron/</link><description>Recent content in Ripteron on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ripteron/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Going Postal</title><link>/stories/2004/05/10/going-postal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/05/10/going-postal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Oh My!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;New bondage is constantly in demand by every porn site in the world.
I have studied porn since it started on the internet. Back in the early
80&amp;rsquo;s when the internet was a baby, I sent pictures out to a friend in California,
in those days it was a bit more complicated, but was better than the mail.
Soon digital became the normal way to get your funk noticed, then people
started getting wise and made us pay for it, and the walls went up. There
was a time when sites were dedicated to sharing, not selling. This was
good. I started to evolve myself in bondage during this time of sharing,
and learned many things from total strangers that I corresponded with.
Times were good. I had time to plan, time to do, and money to spend. I
had found a new hobby, it was self bondage.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>