Wild West Wasteland feat. Mike Tyson and Scrim

What does social media and streaming deregulation have to do with Mike Tyson? Could a dog with a death wish raise thousands of dollars for a rescue operation? What am I talking about?

Did Netflix suppress the streaming quality for the Paul v. Tyson fight?

Even if you are not a boxing aficionado, or a dog person, stay with me on this one.  Previously, I dragged the Facebook through the mud.  Next up? Netflix.  

For the tender aged ones amongst my audience, you may not recall the origins of Netflix.  During the downfall of Blockbuster, a start-up tech company thought that DVDs by mail, with no *late fees* would help capture the home box office crowd. More importantly, though, this first foray into software-as-a-service (SAAS) should be called out for what it is: a normalization of a lack of ownership of tangible goods.  Dressed up handily in a convenient package, we surrendered our ownership interests in entertainment media.  No longer are we a collective of Blockbuster renters, but now we are held hostage by the streaming conglomerates.  Once upon a time, the dream was to cut the cord from cable companies.  I woke up in a nightmare where Amazon and Netflix, along with the other FAANG (Facebook, Apple, Amazon, Netflix and Google) corporations have wildly limited our media options.   

I have touched briefly on the lack of regulations for social media companies, and the way that technological novelty has served as an obstacle for regulation.  Netflix is a prime example, and although I do not have any particular animosity toward the platform, its operation unfettered by regulation is a disaster waiting to happen. 

As a threshold matter, Netflix remains less than aggressive about “cracking down” on “password sharing” as if a company can tell us what to do with our own resources.  Theft or sharing? You decide.  Well, right now, no one has decided.  Why is it that we do not own the service we pay for and do not have the authority to share our resources or entertainment with friends? Who owns what here? 

Netflix has a misaligned value proposition.  We do not value saving money on late fees for temporary rental.  We have purchased a temporary license to stream content, and we can demand the ability to share as we see fit.  What happens when we do this, though? 

Last night, Netflix aired a wildly popular boxing match between creaky old Mike Tyson and young whippersnapper Jake Paul.  I did not watch the match, but over in the global town square of Facebook, tens of my “friends” complained about the buffering of the livestream while they watched the match.  Meanwhile, users reported no issues with other, less in-demand content.  Sure, this could be a technological bottle neck.  But is it? Really? CBS never had an issue. NBC and ABC and other over the air broadcasters used much less sophisticated technology to broadcast to many more users.  Wait, what? Wake up.     

What’s going on with Scrim?

Scrim, scram, scrum. Scrim is a legend in the New Orleans community of Mid-City, where he lived for months on the run after escaping from a local foster home.  What’s this got to do with anything?  Well, for one thing, engagement in my desired geographical area. But also, his story harnesses the power of social media.  

Scrim, a lovable fur ball once in the custody of Zeus’ Rescues, was tracked across Mid-City for months.  He runs like the spirit of U-Scrim Bolt and dog-lovers across the city watched the saga of the dog who would not be caught.  Finally, near around All Souls’ Day, Scrim was captured in a nearby cemetery.  Today, about two weeks later, we learned that he LEAPT from a second-story window only to escape once more.  Notwithstanding my personal opinion that the dog has had a psychological break from reality, I have to applaud the communal efforts of the dog-rescue ladies (almost exclusively WW) who maintained faith and force for months to bring this little fucker back to captivity.   

Less impressive, however, has been the response to the current state of human interaction in this place.  The housing crisis has continued to explode in reach and severity.  Nothing against dogs, but the more people we house, the more dogs we can foster, no?

How can we use social media to our advantage?

Although I intend to divest entirely from Facebook within the coming weeks, this post is to call attention to the benefits of collective information sharing.  Without folks flocking to the global town square to complain about buffering speeds, it would not be apparent that some folks get different quality of services from Netflix than others.  

Similarly, there’s a collective of folks who share a strong concern for a street savvy Scrim because we are able to easily track and share information about his situation and whereabouts. 

Imagine, now, that a war has broken out. You’re searching the available media for information.  But because you’re in the region where strikes are being planned, the media has blacked out your area.  Now what? 

Follow me for real community 

Luckily, an entire digital ecosystem existed before social media.  Remember Geocities on Yahoo!? Reddit is an excellent place to hang out, and is socially regulated by users, kind of like Wikipedia, so we know who has important things to say based on the reaction of our peers. Or you can join me in building the sex-positive and fully self-sustainable mutual aid community of our dreams. 

With gratitude, 

Madam M’Lynn

Madam’s Log, Day 307

In the wake of the recent political developments, I am raising a conscientious objection to the continued submission of the citizenry to social manipulation.  Oh, what, you haven’t seen the movie?  

What’s wrong with social media?

Initially envisioned as a digital Rolodex and quasi-dating app of sorts for college students, at its inception, The Facebook required an email address with a “.edu” domain.  If you never had one, I will explain: they are associated with academic institutions.  That’s right, it was an exclusive enclave for the highly educated (and heavily burdened with student loan debt).  What was it like back then?

Circa 2004, Facebook allowed students to publish their class schedule and created a digital dorm room “wall” for “friends” to leave messages.  In the early aughts, text messages were pay-per-use, telephone minutes were titrated, and WiFi was not ubiquitous.  4G was unheard of, much less 5G.  The first status update function I recall featured a fixed rhetorical template of “[User] is …” I could update it via SMS using predictive text.  “Jesse is so excited!.  Zack is playing a prank on Slater. Lisa is shopping for red lipstick.” Quaint, really. 

An alternative to clunky and proletarian MySpace, Zuckerberg created the digital “third place” that Starbucks valiantly attempted.  The application has always begged for our personal information and interests.  What classes are you taking? Where are you? With whom do you associate and at what frequency?  Hometown identities and tepid political positions fell to the side in collective amazement at the intelligence of campus squirrels across the country.  

With a desire to connect with folks who shared interests in our general vicinity, we projectile vomit our data.  While this is the Facebook I knew and became conditioned to, in the two decades since, the landscape has unrecognizably changed.  

Facebook is your favorite mall. 

“What’s on your mind?” That’s the prompt, as of this writing, that Facebook, a social media platform commandeered by Mark Zuckerberg, and subsidiary of Meta, uses to provoke us.  In a closed environment inspired by and vaguely reminiscent of Ivy League social stratification, we share our most vulnerable thoughts with our “friends”.  So we think when we thumb warrior our way across the QWERTY keyboard. 

Or, some of us do.  Some just shit-post. What does it matter? Social media platforms thrive on engagement and it turns out that shit-posting is more profitable than thought-sharing. 

I do not recall precisely when the Facebook opened admission.  But I remember with sickening clarity how I felt when I first downloaded my full Facebook data file.  The application collects vast amounts of data, including unpublished status updates, locations from which users post, geotag data from photos, details of the user messages, among a universe of other datapoints.  Then, they aggregate the data collected, batch users as advertising demographics, and sell us all to corporate interests, who flood our feed with services and products we probably do not need but definitely would be curious about. 

Likewise, the algorithm displays a unique stream of “social” media to each end-user.  When the available sources of social engagement were limited to closely-knit college communities, this fostered an environment of discourse, free speech, and open exchange of ideas.  Apparently, this was not profitable enough.  Once the application opened admission, their user base exploded.  Facebook, like Twitter, maintained a straight face as they reported hundreds of thousands and then millions of unique daily users.

Unlike Twitter, Facebook did not get itself tied up in a very public debacle about how many of those users are verifiable humans versus bots. No need; it is obvious, isn’t it?  There are a sufficient number of what I will call “hologram” users that outside influencers have more presence in my News Feed than real people. 

When I log on to Facebook now, I feel like I am walking into a dilapidate and run-down local mall.  There’s a guy harassing me to stop and get my hands rubbed with lotion.  As soon as I get past him, I have to dodge the poisons of the sweet shoppe and the food court.  What am I doing here again?

Novelty and narcissism precludes regulations and real community

Want to connect with people who have shared interests in your nearby area? Go outside.  That’s all it takes. 

Why not both? IRL community AND online connection? Gently, the cost is not comparable to the benefit. We now know, following the Cambridge Analytica scandal, and the premiere of The Social Network, that Zuckerberg’s motto of “move fast and break things,” harkened a level of success for the company.  But what has it done to the social fabric of our global community? 

Assume with me that the “hologram” users are engagement farming tools operated by for-profit or otherwise vested (foreign?) interests.  Assume also that negative subject matter, discord, and abusive comments thrive, and that lengthy explication is rejected in favor of memes.  Is this where you want to spend your mornings? In a crucible of content designed to spike cortisol?

If that sounds particularly nefarious of a company that claims to want to build a global community, consider that the methodology for getting us all to adopt the platform was literal psychological conditioning.  Each notification serves as another hit of dopamine, leading us back to the place where we ant to get a feel-good burst of connection.  Instead, we get poison.  

Surely, if this application had negative impacts on individual or public health, our legislators and government would step in, right? Wrong. I mean, bless their hearts, they tried.  With care toward those with different neurodivergent and socially conditioned or genetically inherited psychological or emotional sensitivities… Zuckerberg played our U.S. Congressional representatives like an autistic fiddle.  In the words of Bruno Mars, “don’t believe me? Just watch!”    

In my educated opinion, the novelty of social media as a utility-type service and the narcissist tendencies of both the CEO and our congressional representatives worked in synergy to escape even light regulation. To my knowledge, social media companies are not subject to the regulatory authority and framework of any of our federal communications, utility, education, or public health agencies.  Social media is the digital wild west of the global world.  

What alternatives are there to social media?

Do what you want. My purpose is to call your attention to the facade. I, personally, do not want to be provoked to anger for a few pennies to fall into the coffers of an oligarch. I will not play the game any longer.  Instead, I am building a sex-positive and fully self-sustainable mutual aid community.  Join me, if you dare.  

With gratitude, 

Madam M’Lynn ❤ 

Madam’s Log, Day 12

Things have moved very quickly and in many different directions since I last wrote to you, dear reader. The lifestyle travel consultant / kink concierge business plan that I never envisioned has fallen neatly into place with my developing domme persona. I was most excited to exercise my skills as a mediator between a couple of friends who are disentangling themselves from their prior relationship intensity. De-escalating, as we call it in the polyamory community. My prior training as a mediator and experience with divorcing couples and abusive relationships makes me a pretty solid fit for this kind of delicate negotiation. As it turns out, there may be a market for that too.

What’s this got to do with BDSM?

I don’t know yet, but the way that things have been working out, it is usually better than my best-laid plans anyway. All I know is that I am planning on continuing my journey of developing shibari skills and networking with riggers and bunnies in the New Orleans community. I know several skilled riggers who I would genuinely be honored to learn from. My next steps involve showing up and being open to their wisdom.

In other unexpected news, I made contact with an old friend who suggested we plan a party. I have been reminded lately of the connections I built throughout my life with folks who share a joie de vivre (literally, I know her). More specifically, an openness to sensuality and sexuality that has been hidden for too long, in my opinion. I have always gravitated toward those who shared body-positive, sex-positive, and openly respectful engagement based on mutual consent. Between party planning and kink concierge inquiries, the madam is booked.



Madam’s Log, Day 6

I’ve started sending out links to all my “fans,” “followers,” and “subscribers,” and it has me thinking more about why I started this endeavor. From a young age, I learned how much value society placed on the availability of the body of a woman. Certainly I am not alone in figuring out that exhibition of the body is one way to get attention. But all of these years, I realized I have been honing a skill. A craft. A method. And now, I realize it has value all its own.

Why don’t we pay women directly for adult content?

I’m not the least bit ashamed to say I’ve been sending lewds and noods since they invented cell phone photo technology. I’m an elder millennial, what can I say? It was fun until it became an attention economy. In today’s world, “free” adult content comes at the exploitation of women, and there’s an open market for a more connected dynamic for both creators and consumers of adult content. I think it is high time we tap into that.

Can I build a lifestyle brand all on my own?

Nope! Not even going to try! In addition to all the professional mentors I mentioned in my Day 3 log, I’ve got a wonderful fan base… from years of entertaining the desires of men for free.  I realized that while I am willing to banter, flirt, send playful pics, and have fun video calls with folks, it’s not something I want to continue to do for free. These people are not all my friends, but they have been demanding (and I have been giving) my attention. It’s a sought-after resource and lately it’s getting more precious to me. So I am thankful for all the folks who have gotten me this far, and hopeful they stick with me through this transition and acknowledge the value of my efforts to entertain them.

Short one today because I am headed out to volunteer some of this precious energy with a ladies’ marching krewe. More later-

/Madam M’Lynn

Madam’s Log, Day 3:

Three days ago, on a business holiday, I spent the day signing up for half a dozen adult lifestyle accounts. It required age verification processes that were quite onerous and the sites are complicated to figure out. But, I was driven to complete the process, and I did! Then what?

Why develop a lifestyle brand?

In most goal-setting endeavors, I’ve learned it is helpful to identify the “why,” as in “why am I doing this?” Knowing your specific why is a tool to increase discipline when your motivation is low. 

When I consider why I am finally moving forward on creating passive income streams, the easy first answer is money. Times have been tough lately as anyone will tell you, and even though my indentured servitude pays well, it can be hard making ends meet. Money can’t be my why, though, because money doesn’t keep me moving when motivation lags. I don’t live for money.

The next easy one for me is attention and self-satisfaction. There’s plenty of Cardinal signs in my chart, I’m the first-born daughter of two first-born parents. At the end of the day, though, I have a fierce streak of independence, almost sometimes to the point of isolationism. I don’t need anyone’s attention, so that can’t be my why.

Finally, as I was laying in bed last night after setting up my first week of scheduled content on Fansly, my why came to me… you might want to sit down, because I have big dreams. I am developing my persona as a dominatrix and lifestyle consultant so that I can exercise full autonomy in this capitalist patriarchal landscape we live in.

How long will it take to develop a lifestyle brand?

I don’t know. It has not been an impulsive move for me, and has taken over a year to get to this point. Most of my work so far has been supported by lifestyle mentors. I’ve studied sexual communication, erotic massage, boundaries, and dominatrix styles with Sex Coach Shannon, a local sex educator whose work focuses on Blissful Sex for Women+. I highly recommend her services to anyone who is looking for a place to get started on their sexual liberation journey.

I’ve also been observing other content producers in the lifestyle arena. One of my favorite inspirations, Synamin Vixen, a sensual spell caster extraordinaire. Syn is a multitalented artist and a vessel for Spirit. They have helped me with getting in touch with my body through meditation. Alongside their partner Dominus, they’ve supported me in learning rope skills and impact, but one of my favorite experiences so far has been Synsual Movement class. More to come on that.

I’m not flying blind out here, and for that I am thankful. I’ve been able to pick the brain of local dungeon daddies and pro dommes to figure out where there’s a niche for me, with the time, energy, and effort I’ve got. I’ve had access to quality supplies through Happy Kitten Rope and I’ve been eyeing one of their new handmade wooden paddles. I think when it is time, I will allow a patron to gift me one of these beautiful products in appreciation for my attentions.

When will I earn my first dollar?

Probably today. Like I said, I will not build this overnight success overnight, but I have been working on this a long time. I started posting teaser content on my personal social media accounts some time ago. I have been collecting data on followers who might be patrons. I’ve got my first follower and they’re ready to subscribe.

Eventually, I will offer a full suite of lifestyle concierge services for travelers to and locals in and nearby the New Orleans area. I have feelers out in other major party cities as well and am building a network of women who can offer these services in their own time.

Meantime, though, I have to get back to the vanilla grind. Until next time.

/MadamM’Lynn

Birthing Madam M’Lynn