AMATEUR FLESH: CREAMYMOANAToday I stumbled across another one of those
X accounts that, at first glance, look like they belong to an actual
content creator. I’m going to share photos and videos from it because they’re worth it, but I won’t lie:
something feels off.
This isn’t the first time — and it won’t be the last. You can tell right away when you see that
90% of the timeline is nothing but
retweets of other girls. That’s when the doubts kick in. A real creator might do collabs or give someone a shoutout here and there, but they don’t spend their whole profile promoting others.
There are a few possible scenarios:
- Fake accounts (impersonation): profiles pretending to be the creator, using stolen photos, with the sole purpose of driving traffic to paid links like OnlyFans, pirate sites, or outright scams.
- Run by third parties/agencies: it’s not her managing the account, but a community manager or agency handling several girls at once, cross-retweeting between them.
- Self-promo networks (shoutout for shoutout): a “you retweet me, I retweet you” cycle that spirals out of control until the account looks more like a billboard than a personal profile.
Whatever the case, when you see a profile that lives almost entirely on
retweeting others, odds are the
real creator isn’t behind it. From there, it’s up to you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
# See photos and videos
Art Attack.
PLAYING ON THE EDGE. PART 6The Instagram algorithm is like that
annoying friend who, once they find something new, won’t stop repeating it over and over. And here I am, stuck for days in this loop: girls showing off a product to the camera, covering a nipple with it… then one wrong move and
half a second of full exposure. That’s the trick — that tiny instant, that accidental tease that makes it all so tempting.
It’s not that these videos bother me —I’d be lying if I said they don’t have their charm— but the problem is that my Instagram has become
completely obsessed. It’s like it’s telling me: “You wanted boobs?
Here, have boobs. Non-stop.” And I’m just like: “Alright, thanks, but I’d also like to see something else, you know?”. It’s that
saturation point where the joke stops being funny and you start begging the algorithm for a break.
So here’s the
sixth chapter of
Playing on the Edge. I’m sharing it with mixed feelings: on one hand, the game is still spicy enough to keep going; on the other, I really hope the algorithm finally
lets go of my arm and shows me something different. Because yeah, boobs are great, but
life has more channels than just this.
# Watch videos
Led Zeppelin or...
Pink Floyd?