About
My name is Trixie.
I already have other websites — places where I post and sell naked pictures of myself, access to spycams broadcasting from inside our house, etc. — where I blog and share little bits of half-baked writing. The writing isn’t really what people come for, so I made PulpEverlasting.com to give the writing its own pulpit and make some money to justify doing more of it.
Think about all of the writing online; there’s so much of it, and a lot of it is so good and FREE that there’s just too much of it to love. It feels very disposable, so to counter that effect I’m selling each piece of writing for a price. It’s a psychological trick to make you pay attention and want to attend to each word to get the most for your money. Even if the writing isn’t better (in many cases it may be worse) than anything you can get elsewhere for free, you will automatically want it more because it’s NOT free, and then attend more closely because you’ve invested something of yourself in obtaining it.
By paying for each chunk of words, every piece gets to stand alone as a distinct exhibit instead of one post flowing endlessly into other posts, long streams of free unbroken words people take for granted to the point of feeling like the author owes YOU something for taking the time to read all that they’ve written. By paying for each piece, you are free from being overwhelmed. Being forced to pay for entry adds a pause like a doorway, like the cover of a book, so you have something to open and walk through signifying a beginning, and an exit made by the end of what you’ve paid to see. When everything is free it’s too much like wandering inside an unthinned forest of words. Plus I’m tired of giving so much away for free or as part of my members-only area where it just looks like padding. I don’t want people to think that all of my secrets are cheap. I want people who hear them to know that I need to be bribed to tell some of them. I need compensation for some of my risky revelations. I want them to know they are finding out something about me that’s not accessible to everybody.
I dedicate Pulp Everlasting to 1) Ecowhore (the for-pay continuation of the excellent blog HoboStripper), and 2) Mafia Wars and all of those other timesucking, simpleminded facebook/myspace “games” that have taught me so much about the structure of addiction and compulsion and that an arbitrary price of time and/or money can be applied to that which is completely devoid of inherent worth to BECOME valuable. Knowing that enough people pay to play Mafia Wars that its creators have earned millions of dollars has washed away any residue of webwhore guilt I ever had.
I make no guarantees regarding your satisfaction. I do not intend to make everything on Pulp Everlasting a single, cohesive work – you might like one chunk of writing, but not another. Some stuff is true, some stuff is fiction. Some stuff is offensive, other stuff less so. No refunds will be issued. Consider payment a donation, if you like, and yourself a patron of the pulpy arts.