Adult Secrets, Truths & Horrors Podcast

Chapter Thirteen of SEETHINGS III delivers a feast of manipulation, shifting alliances, and psychological theatre—an entire chapter built on smiles, charm, and concealed blades.The chapter opens at another Snow dinner, where Felicity dazzles her guests with stories, beauty, effortless charisma, and a peach-coloured summer dress that captures every eye. Sam, now convinced she is infertile thanks to Felicity’s earlier deception, idolises the doctor with religious devotion. The Snow household becomes her sanctuary; Felicity becomes everything Sam wishes she could be: elegant, adored, powerful, and free.Mitchell sees the danger. Sam’s blind adoration isn’t just humiliating—it’s destabilising his control. Meanwhile, Tony and Sophie are equally enchanted, unaware they are being drawn deeper into Felicity and Hayden’s carefully curated world.What follows is a masterclass in social manipulation. Felicity tells a dramatic storm story from her past, the group erupts in laughter, and trust solidifies.…more of the abridged chapter on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Twelve of SEETHINGS III is a masterclass in duality—Mitchell’s serene domestic mask versus the monstrous truth beneath it. The morning after he murders Sandra, news of her body being found plays quietly on television. Mitchell, unfazed, butters his toast with Vegemite while his wife, Sam, reads the paper only metres away. The police have already taken Sandra’s estranged husband in for questioning, and Mitchell knows he’ll quickly be cleared. The evidence will never lead back to him.Sam suggests a peaceful day at the beach, blissfully unaware she’s spending the morning with a killer. Their marital dynamic resurfaces—Sam’s defensiveness about sex, Mitchell’s smooth deflection—but he’s unusually relaxed. Sandra’s death has given him a twisted sense of satisfaction.What follows is one of the most unsettling sequences in the book: Sam, for the first time in their marriage, suggests visiting the marina, drinking wine, reminiscing, even stepping aboard their yacht. Mitchell plays the doting husband, knowing every moment brings him closer to fulfilling a darker plan.…more of the abridged chapter on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Eleven of SEETHINGS III is the novel’s most explosive turning point—where seduction, violence, delusion, and moral collapse reach a horrifying crescendo.After weeks of surveillance and psychological grooming, Mitchell finally lures Sandra into a face-to-face date at the Moreton Bay Boat Club. On the surface, it looks innocent: dinner, flirting, and a theatrically glamorous red dress. But beneath it all, Mitchell is studying her every move—her body language, her phone use, her desire to be seen, and her craving for male validation. Sandra is playful, sensual, and deeply wounded from past relationships—and Mitchell sees every vulnerability as an opening.The date moves from the restaurant to a moonlit cliff-top lookout, then down to a secluded beach where the storm-swelled night becomes electric. What begins as consensual intimacy shifts—slowly, then violently—into something far more sinister. As a lightning storm erupts overhead, Mitchell’s Beast takes full control. His sexual aggression merges with ritualistic precision, escalating until Sandra can no longer breathe or fight back.…more of the abridged chapter on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Ten of SEETHINGS III is a chilling study in patience, predation, and the slow tightening of a psychological noose.Sandra cancels her planned date with Mitchell, claiming a stomach bug. After her violent encounter with Dennis in Chapter 9, she retreats into isolation—two weeks of work–home loops, skipped meals, dark rooms, and evasive conversations. Her trauma is palpable, and Mitchell listens to every moment of it through the hacked microphone inside her laptop.Sandra’s mother eventually forces her way into the silence, discovering a daughter who hasn’t just fallen apart—she’s imploded. Mitchell, still listening from his office while talking to prospective photography clients, waits for Sandra to reveal the truth, but she doesn’t. Instead, her mother mistakenly attributes the emotional collapse to “female troubles,” and Sandra allows it. The lie becomes a convenient shield.…more of the abridged chapter on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Nine of SEETHINGS III pivots from erotic chaos back into Mitchell’s most dangerous landscape—his predatory inner world. The chapter introduces Sandra Williams, a newly separated thirty-five-year-old who hides her panic behind nightlife, younger lovers, and curated half-truths. She’s emotionally impulsive, sexually reckless, and always looking over her shoulder. In Mitchell’s eyes, she’s perfect.Mitchell studies Sandra the way a biologist studies prey. He listens through her laptop microphone for days at a time, watching her type in real time through a custom-built messaging app he tricks her into installing. He knows every secret she won’t tell, every lie she thinks she hides, and every pattern of her movements—right down to when she collects mail from her PO box.When Sandra claims she’s out partying, Mitchell is already outside her house in Aspley, stethoscope pressed to the wall, proving her lie wrong. He watches her undress through her laptop’s camera and listens to her life unravel through its microphone. She believes she’s in control. Mitchell knows she’s already his.…more of the abridged story on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Don’t let the faces fool you. Chapter Eight of SEETHINGS III is one of the most visually shocking and psychologically revealing chapters in the entire novel. What begins as a planned “art performance” quickly becomes a symbolic unravelling of boundaries, relationships, and sanity.Mitchell and Felicity prepare for their live-art sex piece with meticulous ritual. The canvas is pristine, the colours prepared, the cameras positioned, and Hayden—her husband—reduced to a silent, obedient servant. Mitchell asserts dominance from the start, ordering Hayden into muteness and total invisibility. The power imbalance becomes its own kind of theatre.Felicity and Mitchell strip, paint each other, and transform themselves into embodiments of primary colours: red (Mitchell), blue (Felicity), and yellow (shared accents). Their bodies become tools—brushes, rollers, stamps—smearing symbolism across the canvas.…more of the abridged chapter on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Seven of SEETHINGS III is where delusion, desire, and deep psychological fracture collide. The chapter opens with a private consultation between a heavily intoxicated Samantha and Dr Felicity Snow. Felicity gently corners Sam with clinical questions disguised as kindness, coaxing her into revealing the truth she’s avoided for decades: she and Mitchell almost never have sex. Sam tries to maintain the lie—claiming they “try all the time”—but her own story unravels under Felicity’s calm, surgical probing.Then comes the devastating twist: Sam wants a baby, but she wasn’t referring to Mitchell when she said she wanted “someone to take his sperm.” Her desperation reveals a naïve and disturbing plan—one Felicity instantly sees through. Sam leaves the consultation ecstatic, completely misunderstanding what Felicity was trying to tell her.…more of the abridged version on this page. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Six of SEETHINGS III drops us back into the dinner party—now transformed into a psychological pressure cooker where seduction, secrets, and manipulation simmer under every polite laugh. Felicity and Mitchell return from Mon Homme with their illicit encounter hidden beneath designer fabrics and coded jewellery. Only the men—Hayden and David—notice the signs, and their knowing smiles confirm Mitchell’s uneasy induction into their world.Sam, oblivious, becomes the evening’s next target. Felicity and Anneke turn their charm on her, topping up her champagne, pushing cocktails into her hands, and coaxing her into saying things she’d never normally dare—like the humiliating “I want to suck a cock-sucking cowboy.” Sam tries to remain polite, navigating peer pressure with trembling grace, but Felicity’s strategy is clear: get Sam drunk enough to talk about pregnancy, IVF, and the truth she avoids.…more of the abridged version on this page.-M This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Five of SEETHINGS III plunges the reader into the heart of seduction, manipulation, and moral collapse as Mitchell steps aboard Felicity Snow’s luxury catamaran. The tour of her opulent vessel becomes merely a prelude to something far darker: Felicity’s rapid, unnervingly accurate assessment of Mitchell’s sexless marriage and his repressed desires.Within minutes, she identifies what counsellors never could—Sam’s sexual avoidance, her Catholic guilt, and the psychological conditioning that has shaped her. Felicity frames it clinically, confidently, and without hesitation, positioning herself as the antidote to everything Sam is not. It isn’t long before the conversation shifts from analysis to invitation.…more on this page (or press play on the audio file above) This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Four of SEETHINGS III shifts the tension from private marital conflict to a polished, glittering stage—a dinner party designed for psychological warfare. Sam and Mitchell arrive at Felicity and Hayden’s luxurious canal-estate home, already anxious for different reasons: Sam fears social embarrassment, while Mitchell anticipates the hidden agendas simmering beneath the night’s surface.From the moment the front gate unlocks, the chapter becomes a study in contrasts: modesty versus glamour, insecurity versus confidence, repression versus sexual boldness. Sam, feeling plain beside the statuesque Anneke and the impossibly glamorous Dr Felicity Snow, retreats into self-doubt. Mitchell, however, immediately recognises Felicity’s layered provocations—her body, her dress, her confidence, and her silent signals directed at him.…more on this page (or press play on the audio file above)-M This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Three of SEETHINGS III pulls readers deep into the toxic intimacy of Mitchell and Sam’s marriage—an emotional battleground disguised as domestic normalcy. What begins as a simple evening of homemade pizza quickly unravels into a subtle war of control, resentment, and unspoken truths.Sam insists they meet with Dr Felicity Snow—the fertility specialist recommended by Anneke—framing it as a casual dinner, but every line of dialogue reveals her desperation and denial. Mitchell, meanwhile, has stopped playing the obedient husband. A small argument over oven mitts becomes a symbolic showdown: Sam demands compliance; Mitchell quietly asserts autonomy. Their kitchen becomes a microcosm of a marriage where one partner manages reality through rules and avoidance, while the other seethes beneath years of suppressed frustration.…more on this page (or press play on the audio file above)-M This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter Two of SEETHINGS III shifts dramatically from the covert horror of the opening chapter to a domestic minefield of lies, misdirection, and slow-building revelations. Told through phone conversations and private reflections, the chapter exposes the widening fracture between Samantha and her closest friend, Anneke.Sam offers a carefully curated version of her life—claiming she and Mitchell are “busy,” that work is overwhelming, and that their attempts to conceive have stalled due to his supposed “low motility.” Anneke senses something is off. Sam’s answers feel rehearsed, inconsistent, and hollow. This discomfort simmers until the call ends abruptly, leaving Anneke unsettled and suspicious.The chapter then slips into Anneke’s home life, giving a warm, contrasting snapshot of openness, affection, and normalcy with her husband David—a stark counterpoint to Sam and Mitchell’s growing silence. But the real turning point comes when Anneke calls Mitchell directly. What begins as an awkward welfare check soon turns into a truth bomb that detonates everything Sam has been hiding.…more on this page (or press play on the audio file above)-M This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Chapter One of SEETHINGS III opens on a quiet, moonlit bay where Mitchell has cut his yacht’s engine and finally silenced something far more troubling—his seasick wife, Sam, lying face-down in the dinghy, barely conscious and soaked in salt water and vomit. What begins like a simple night sail quickly turns dark. Mitchell isn’t just crossing the bay—he’s delivering his wife to someone.A massive catamaran, Mon Homme, glides out from the darkness and pulls alongside. Its skipper, the alluring and morally untethered Felicity Snow, greets Mitchell not with professionalism but with a hungry kiss. Their affair is obvious… and so is their secret arrangement. Felicity, a doctor with a reputation for both sailing and seduction, has come here for a specific task: to extract Sam’s eggs.…more on this page (or press play on the audio file above)-M This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Days bleed into nights, nights into days. I sleep all day because there’s nothing else to do. When I wake, I listen for something—anything—to remind me I’m not alone. But all I hear is the pounding of my heart, the whispering voices that aren’t really there.Solitary confinement isn’t punishment; it’s decay. The mind erodes, crumbling like old brick. Studies from the early 1900s showed that isolation causes hallucinations, memory loss, even psychosis. Prisoners in the 19th-century Eastern State Penitentiary were found rocking in their cells, muttering to themselves, their minds shattered beyond repair. Modern research confirms it: without human contact, the brain rewires itself into madness.And yet, outside these walls, isolation grows.Once free to play stick ball in the streets and parks, children now sit behind screens, locked away in digital cells. The cold glow of a tablet has replaced the laughter of a playground. Parents, distracted, offer devices instead of conversation. Social skills fade, empathy weakens. The world outside becomes less real than the world behind thin glass.What happens when an entire society grows up this way? When does the comfort of solitude become preferable to the discomfort of connection? Will we build a world where eye contact is obsolete, where conversation is replaced by text, where voices—real voices—become foreign and strange?I close my eyes, pressing my palms to my ears—anything to block out the inner chatter. I think of those children, growing up in a prison without bars, never knowing what they’ve lost. I think of the men in here, broken and forgotten. Are we so different? A life without connection is no life at all.The mind is a fragile thing, meant to exist among others. Without it, we all become prisoners of our own making.-K This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

The digital age has brought unparalleled connectivity and convenience, but it has also given rise to a new, chilling phenomenon: Social Media Serial Killers.In recent years, a disturbing new trend has emerged where some serial killers utilize social media platforms as a hunting ground for their victims, exploiting the vastness of the internet to remain hidden in plain sight.The anonymity afforded by online spaces has provided a cloak for these predators, allowing them to stalk and select victims with unprecedented ease. Unlike traditional criminal investigations, these faceless perpetrators operate from the shadows of the internet, leaving a digital trail that is difficult to trace.One of the most unsettling aspects of this phenomenon is how social media becomes a tool for these killers to identify and target vulnerable individuals. By exploiting the trust and openness that often characterizes online interactions, they navigate through the vast web of profiles, seeking out those who may be susceptible to manipulation or coercion.The anonymity these killers maintain is not only due to their digital presence but also a deliberate effort to conceal their real identities. They create fake profiles, use VPNs to mask their location, and employ a variety of tactics to cover their tracks. This makes it challenging for law enforcement agencies to connect the dots and apprehend these criminals before they strike again.In some cases, these murderers engage in a disturbing game of cat and mouse with authorities, leaving cryptic clues or taunting messages on social media platforms. This not only adds to the psychological trauma inflicted upon victims but also serves as a sinister form of self-gratification for the perpetrators, who revel in the fear and confusion they sow.The rise of anonymous serial killers on social media underscores the need for increased vigilance and awareness within online communities. Users must be cautious about sharing personal information, and platforms must implement robust security measures to identify and eradicate fake profiles. Maintaining privacy and ensuring safety in the digital age is a delicate balance.Law enforcement agencies are grappling with the unique challenges posed by these faceless killers. Traditional investigative techniques are often insufficient in the realm of cyberspace, requiring a new breed of digital detectives who can navigate the complexities of online anonymity and trace the elusive trails left by these predators.As a society, we must confront the uncomfortable reality that technology, while bringing us together, also creates new avenues for nefarious individuals to exploit. Initiatives to educate the public about online safety, coupled with advancements in digital forensics, are crucial steps in combating this dark intersection of technology and criminality.I shouldn’t say so, but I know my way around a firewall and how to erase my own digital footprint. It’s why I maneuver into places I shouldn’t go and meet people who wouldn’t want to if they had a choice. Fortunately, society embraces technology first and thinks about security later (read more in SEETHINGS. The book is downloadable and free for a limited time). Despite what I know and share here, I don’t expect that to change soon.The emergence of anonymous serial killers on social media is a chilling reminder of the ever-evolving landscape of crime in the digital age. The shadows of the internet provide cover for those who prey on the unsuspecting, demanding a collective effort to unveil these hidden threats and protect the vulnerable members of our interconnected society……from me.–Kurdaitcha This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Before the advent of DNA forensic science, solving crimes relied heavily on witness testimony, physical evidence, and circumstantial links.Techniques like blood type analysis, matching fibres, or identifying weapons left at the scene were pivotal in drawing connections between criminals and their offences. The pre-DNA era posed significant challenges, but for crime writers, it’s a goldmine of intrigue—offering a canvas to craft narratives where cunning detectives and resourceful sleuths piece together crimes using intuition, observation, and innovation. Imagine a sleuth noticing a rare cigarette brand at multiple crime scenes or solving a murder with a perfectly timed alibi-breaker.The introduction of DNA forensic science in legal systems transformed criminal investigations forever. DNA fingerprinting emerged in the 1980s as a groundbreaking tool, allowing investigators to identify suspects with unprecedented accuracy. However, its integration into legal systems varied across countries, creating gaps ripe for creative exploration.* United Kingdom (1986): The UK became the pioneer of DNA evidence when it solved the infamous case of Colin Pitchfork using genetic fingerprinting. This groundbreaking moment marked a shift toward DNA-backed convictions.* United States (1987): DNA entered the courtroom with the Florida case of Tommy Lee Andrews, ushering in widespread adoption. It wasn’t until the FBI’s CODIS system launched in the 1990s that DNA databases became game-changers.* Australia (1989): DNA evidence debuted in Australian law in a murder trial—national DNA databases followed in the 2000s, reflecting an era of transformation in forensic investigation.* Canada (1990): The first Canadian conviction using DNA evidence demonstrated its potential. Establishing the National DNA Data Bank in 2000 further strengthened its role in solving crimes.* Germany (1993): DNA evidence entered German courts, gradually becoming a cornerstone of modern forensic practices. In the late 1990s, the creation of a comprehensive database closed countless cold cases.For writers, these staggered adoption dates present captivating gaps where older, unresolved cases could be revisited with emerging DNA technology. Combine that with growing criminal databases, and there’s a plethora of new writing opportunities to explore. How might a detective uncover new truths in a case left dormant for decades? What old adversaries might resurface as the weight of DNA-backed justice looms large?There’s a new public crime-solving platform on the horizon: Ancestry.com. Ordinary citizens willingly upload their DNA signatures to the site, hoping to find their genetic origins. Each signature uploaded enters a growing worldwide database. While criminals are unlikely to use the service, their relatives have their DNA results permanently filed, and police have access to these records. Blood relatives are closing cases without knowing it!The advent of genealogical databases like these adds a modern twist. This new frontier has already led to the capture of notorious criminals, bridging the past and present in pursuing justice. For crime writers, this intersection of history, science, and human stories opens thrilling new narrative avenues.My novel SEETHINGS exploits the pre-DNA/post-DNA gap. It’s downloadable and free for a limited time.-M. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

If this topic caught your interest, you’d know how special a handwritten love note is — to give and to receive. It’s been a long time since I last experienced that nervous anticipation of swapping love notes but I still like the tradition of them. It makes me feel warm inside.It took time to create a message and just as much time to get a response. We didn’t know the outcome of our message until we received a reply. During that time, fluttering hearts made the journey to discovery deliciously wonderful.A close friend might’ve been invited into the loop to assist us in deciphering love notes received or helping to construct new ones to send. Every heartfelt angle had to be mapped out in the right words to make sure enough of the right things were said the right way — but not too much to sound weird or desperate!Some high school note swaps weren’t between students. On rare occasions, the exchange occurred between a pupil and a member of staff. This kind of note wouldn’t be one the faculty or the community would approve of. A teacher could be reprimanded or fired over the contents of such a love letter.While you and I did good, studious things behind our high school desks, some students were in contact with their teachers covertly. A discreet note was placed in a homework book or an assignment paper, and the exchange happened on the teacher’s desk, right in front of every other student at the beginning of the day.Nobody else knew about these kinds of notes, not even close friends.I can’t say how often this happened, but I know one that occurred when I was a teen. It was a time when phone messaging wasn’t available. Handwritten notes were standard. There was no choice but to use paper and a pen for everything.When it came to swapping notes, the teacher collected our books at the beginning of class, marked them during the lesson and then handed the homework books back to us at the end of class. One young lass always had a special message concealed inside her homework book. It was obvious. I saw her pay unusual attention to that book the second we left the classroom.Anna couldn’t help herself. She frantically flicked through its pages and snatched at something between the book’s leaves. Whatever it was went straight into her pocket — a dead giveaway.And then there were those gooey eyes she wore during each lesson. When Mr Yublinski was there, Anna’s widened pools drowned him in them. Nothing else in the room existed.There was a brief moment when I considered speaking to her about her lack of subtlety but decided against it. About a week later, rumours developed among the student body about their secret affair. A month after that, there was an investigation. As there was no proof of one existing, life went on like nothing happened. The couple cooled off, and Anna did her best to play down looks across the classroom. The school year ended, and the senior class graduated. Three months later, Anna announced her engagement to — you guessed it — Mr Yublinski.Oh yes, they were adamant that it didn’t start until after the school year ended. No one bought it, but the school was satisfied.The couple got married and had a daughter. She must be about thirty now. As far as I know, they are still together, living life and loving each other today.I care about love letters, first loves and first kisses.But I am in two minds about teachers and students sharing love letters and starting their affairs during school hours.–Michael This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Women often complain that men don’t listen. That may be entirely true, but what about the guy who is too attentive and too inquisitive? Is there a point of excess for men who listen all the time? Is it possible for men to know too much about a woman?Some men pry. Prying can be taken as showing genuine concern, but there’s also a point when it gets creepy. His questions keep coming long after she’s run out of things to say. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for something else to come, perhaps a slip-up or encouraging another truth to fall from her lips.It’s a volatile relationship for any girl who becomes involved with such a control freak.And then there’s the silent one. This one appeals to many women. They think they can open him up and get him to share his innermost secrets with her — a worthy prize if she achieves such a result. Prizes aside, a silent gentleman isn’t a sign of a willingness to share anything, much less his innermost secrets. He’s simply a quiet man who has nothing to say.The stalker is another version of a guy who listens extremely well. He’ll even press an ear against a wall if it’s necessary to do so. He’ll know which day she’ll hang out her washing and what songs she has on high rotation in her playlist. For the techno-stalker, he’ll even get into her computer from a remote location and listen to her that way.He can turn on her laptop’s microphone. It’s not that hard to do.He’s willing to wait for that inconspicuous microphone to pick up every subtle sound and broadcast it right into his ears. Like a sniper slowing his heartbeat, our listener slips on his headphones, shuts his eyes and settles back to enjoy her noises — building a picture of her life through her domestic sounds.She’s alone again — and it’s been like that for days. She had another argument with her soon-to-be ex-husband last night. She was on the phone with him, and he heard it all. Divorce is imminent. She told him not to come looking for her.She’s stepping into the shower, turning on the water and crying. It’s been a hard few months for her.There will be a time when she’ll date men again, but it won’t be today. She’s too angry and hurt for that. When this feeling passes, she’ll have something to prove to herself. That’s when our mystery listener will make his move. He’ll know exactly where to find her. It’s been months in the making.The water stopped. That’s her bare feet making contact with the floor. Can you hear them? That’s what naked sounds like.He knows when she leaves for work, returns home, does her shopping and, more importantly, how much she tells her family and friends about the breakup, the divorce proceedings and other men who may enter her life in between times. If she holds back some information, he’ll smile for it. Secretive women make better victims.They’ll meet by chance. He’ll say and do all the right things. It’ll be a brief encounter, little more than a chat and a smile. He’ll apologise for having to leave so soon, and she’ll be left wondering if he was the one. He was a very nice guy. And he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.First contact is done to make first impressions — and so that he can listen to the results of it in his headphones later. Will she tell her friends, or will she keep him to herself?The test will be repeated, and if she passes, there will be a proper date. It will be the last one she ever has. Her husband will have many questions to answer.There is much for men to learn about women simply by listening to them. It’s important to listen carefully.-Michael This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

Let me tell you, technology leaves digital footprints everywhere. The moment we log on to the ‘net or start our phones, we’ve begun the process of exposing ourselves. There’s no hiding them once they’re out there. They are there for good, and you can’t undo them.Some of us don’t want that to happen. We want the freedom to surf the ‘net without someone tracking our every move. We don’t want to tell anyone who we are or what we do when we’re doing it. It makes sense. People do it for many reasons, and they shouldn’t have to explain themselves.Here are my nine basic tips for staying dark on the World Wide Web:* Turn off photo GEO-location.* Don’t use cloud services of any kind.* Don’t use Google Maps.* Don’t sign into anything.* Use a private browser that doesn’t require sign-ups.* Use an incognito browser that blocks advertisements and pop-ups.* Use a VPN service.* Buy and use a second, much older cellphone and SIM card (for calls-only).* Switch off GPS.I find my victims by employing these techniques (and others I’ve not listed). I stay well hidden by stopping those all-important traceable digital footprints from being left for others to find. But if you’re a garden-variety kind of stalker, what I’ve listed above will do the trick. You’ll stay dark enough that not even your mother would recognize you in cyberspace.Ironically, these are the techniques that would protect others from us—if they chose to employ them. Fortunately, they are attracted to the romance of cyberspace eutopia. It’s a place where everyone plays nice all the time. Apathy and fairytales matter more to them than the truth, and that’s good. It keeps them distracted so I can do my thing unsupervised. When I get the opportunity to use it to its fullest potential, it’s like taking candy from a baby.-Angelwanderer This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com

I sit alone in the dimly lit corner of the bar, nursing my drink like it’s the elixir of life itself. The clinking of glasses and distant laughter swirl around me, but I’m cocooned in my own world of shadows. It’s where I belong, where my mind finds solace in the chaos that rages within.Tonight, I raise my glass not in defiance, but in celebration of the madness that courses through my veins. For too long, I’ve tried to silence the whispers in my head, to drown out the cacophony of doubts and fears. But now, I embrace them like old friends, for they are the only companions I’ve ever truly known.Thanks for reading Adult Secrets, Truths & Horrors! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.As I sip my poison, my thoughts drift to those who came before me, those who found fame in their descent into darkness. Vincent van Gogh, the tortured genius whose brushstrokes captured the turmoil of his mind. They called him mad, but in his madness, he found a beauty that eluded the sane.I wonder what he would think of me, sitting here in the depths of despair, finding comfort in the bottom of a glass. Would he see a kindred spirit, a soul lost in the wilderness of its own making? Or would he shake his head in pity, lamenting the waste of potential?But tonight, I refuse to dwell on such thoughts. Tonight, I am alive in my despair, revelling in the twisted dance of my thoughts. For in this darkness, I find a freedom that the world outside cannot offer. Here, there are no expectations, no judgments—only the sweet embrace of oblivion.I raise my glass once more, a toast to the broken souls who wander the labyrinth of their minds. To Sylvia Plath, who turned her pain into poetry, and Edgar Allan Poe, who found beauty in the macabre. They may have been condemned by society, but in their madness, they found a kind of immortality.So here’s cheers to poor mental health, to the demons that haunt us and the shadows that guide us. For in our madness, we find a strange sort of salvation, a flicker of light in the darkest of nights. And as long as there are stars to guide us, we will never truly be alone in the abyss.Thanks for reading Adult Secrets, Truths & Horrors! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit michaelformanevil.substack.com