#Smart Access Control Devices
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williamhenry11 · 28 days ago
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Advanced Access Control Devices for Modern Security
In today’s fast-moving, security-conscious world, traditional locks and keys are no longer enough. Businesses, residential buildings, educational institutions, and public infrastructures are all upgrading to smarter, more reliable solutions. Access control devices are at the heart of this transformation – offering not only security but also convenience, accountability, and peace of mind.
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peach-blog11 · 4 months ago
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europalocks-blog · 10 months ago
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Convenience
Keyless Entry: smart lock eliminates the need for physical keys. You can unlock door with a smartphone app, a key fob, or even through biometric methods like fingerprints.
Remote Access: many smart locks allow you to unlock your door remotely, which is useful if you need to grant access to someone while you’re away.
Enhanced Security
Access Logs: Smart locks can provide detailed logs of who entered and when, adding an extra layer of monitoring and control.
Temporary access codes: you can create temporary or one-time access codes for guest’s service providers or other, ensuring that only authorized individuals can enter.
Integration with smart home systems
Automation: smart locks can integrate with home automation systems, allowing for seamless control along with other smart devices
Voice control: many smart locks are compatible with voice assistant like amazon alexa, google assistant enabling hands-free operation.
Improved Accessibility
For Those with Mobility issues: smart locks can be easier to operate for people with disabilities or mobility issues, as they often offer touchless or simplified access method.
No more Lockouts: with keyless entry the chances of locking out are significantly reduced, which is especially helpful in busy or stressful situations.
Durability and reliability:
Weather Resistant: many smart locks are designed or withstands various weather condition, making them suitable for external doors,
Battery Backup: most smart locks are battery operated with a backup power source, ensuring they remain functional even during power outages.
Ease of Management
Centralized control: if you have multiple smart devices, managing them through a single app can streamlined operations and make home management more efficient.
Auto Lock Feature: Some smart locks come with auto-lock functions that ensure the door locks automatically after a set period, enhancing security.
Customizable Access Options
Personalization: Users can set different levels of access for family members, friends or service providers and easily modify or revoke permission as needed.
Is it worth the investment?
Initial Cost: smart locks typically have a higher upfront cost compared to traditional locks; however, this cost may be offset by the convenience and security features they provide.
Ongoing costs: some smart locks may require subscription fees for advanced features or cloud services, so it’s important to factor in these potential ongoing expenses.
Technology Dependence: Relying on technology means you’ll need to stay updated on software updates and ensure your devices are compatible with your smart lock.
Overall if you value convenience enhanced security and integration with smart home systems a smart lock can be a worthwhile investment. It’s important to assess your specific needs and budget to determine if the benefits align with your lifestyle and preferences.
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smartdisabilityhome · 10 months ago
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How to Automate Your Home for Visual Impairments
Enhance your home’s accessibility with our detailed guide on automating spaces for visual impairments. Discover smart solutions that improve daily living and independence, including cutting-edge technologies and practical tips. Learn how to implement these innovations effectively and create a more comfortable environment. Check out our article now and find out how home automation can make a difference: How to Automate Your Home for Visual Impairments.
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spintly-co · 1 year ago
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A sleek and modern Spintly Uno Access Control device, showcasing its cutting-edge technology for access control systems. Spintly's Uno Access Control device is revolutionizing the way access control systems are deployed and managed.
https://spintly.com/
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rachanasharma1028 · 1 year ago
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hunter-rodrigez · 2 years ago
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Accessibility tip:
If you want to automate your home a bit, but you don't want any "smart" tech, you can just buy remote controlled power sockets instead
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They are a lot cheaper and easier to set up and use than some home automation smart tech nonsense
They don't need an app (but some models come with optional apps and there are apps that are compatible with most of these)
Many of them use the 433mhz frequency to communicate, which makes most models compatible with each other, even if they are from different manufacturers
The tech has been around for a long time and will be around for a long time to come
You don't have to put any fucking corporate listening devices like an amazon echo in your home
Models for outdoors exist as well
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fionayao2008 · 2 years ago
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Tripod Turnstile Overview Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, and Flap Turnstile( RS Security Co., Ltd: www.szrssecurity.com) are modern control devices for pedestrian flows. They are used in places where the entryway and also exit of people require to be controlled, such as smart neighborhoods, canteens, hotels, museums, gyms, clubs, trains, stations, anchors, and so on location. Using Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, and Flap Turnstile can make the flow of individuals organized. Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, Flap Turnstile are used in combination with smart cards, fingerprints, barcodes and also other recognition system equipment to create an intelligent accessibility control channel control system; they are utilized in combination with computers, accessibility control, presence, billing administration, ticket systems and also various other software to create a The intelligent Turnstile Gate detailed monitoring system can recognize functions such as access control, attendance, usage, ticketing, and present restricting. This Turnstile Gate monitoring system belongs to the "all-in-one card" and is installed at flows such as areas, manufacturing facilities, wise buildings, canteens, and so on. It can finish various monitoring functions such as employee card travel control, presence at leave job as well as meals, and dining. Tripod Turnstile system functions Fast and also convenient: read the card in and out with one swipe. Utilize the authorized IC card and wave it before the wise Tripod Turnstile visitor to finish the Tripod Turnstile gate opening and also fee recording work. The card analysis is non-directional and the reading as well as creating time is 0.1 secs, which is fast and hassle-free. Safety and security and also confidentiality: Use background or local verification, accredited issuance, as well as unique identification, that is, the card can only be utilized in this system, and also it is safe as well as private. Reliability: Card superhigh frequency induction, steady and reliable, with the ability to court and believe. Adaptability: The system can flexibly set entry and departure control employees permissions, period control, cardholder credibility as well as blacklist loss coverage, adding cards and also various other functions. Convenience: Through consent, the individual card can be made use of for "one-card" monitoring such as auto parking, presence, access control, patrol, consumption, and so on, making it easy to realize several uses one card. Simpleness: Easy to set up, easy to link, the software program has a Chinese interface and also is simple to operate. Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, as well as Flap Turnstile( RS Security Co., Ltd: www.szrssecurity.com) are modern-day control devices for pedestrian flows. The usage of Tripod Turnstile, Swing Turnstile, and Flap Turnstile can make the circulation of people organized. Utilize the licensed IC card and wave it in front of the smart Tripod Turnstile visitor to finish the Tripod Turnstile gate opening and cost recording work.
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cloudedangels · 4 days ago
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Caleb accidentally finds your vibrator and curiosity gets the best of him... MDNI 18+ !!! DUH!
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3,929 words!! Oops!!! This was supposed to be a one-shot but I got extremely carried away (・・;)
This one is different than usual it took like 6 days... happy birthday birthday boy ily
Tags/cws: voyeurism, app-controlled toy, vibrator play, remote control, mutual consent, soft domination, emotional tension, powerplay, grinding, lap sitting, overstimulation, teasing, orgasm control, begging, post-orgasm intimacy, dirtiest dirty talk, filthy sweet, deeply intimate, character-driven smut, creampie, desperate sex, body worship, (nicknames including pips(queak) duh sorry not sorry.
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It starts innocently.
Caleb’s folding your laundry like he always used to—perfect corners, sleeves aligned, like the fabric might get offended if he didn’t treat it right. You’re in the shower, steam softening the air, and he’s out there, helping. Like nothing’s changed.
But then he opens the wrong drawer.
Not wrong exactly. Just not where you’d have wanted him to go.
You weren’t hiding it, exactly. Just... tucking it away. Inside a sock.
Stupid. Lazy. A mistake. Because now he’s holding it in his hand.
You don’t hear any of this, of course. You’re humming softly under the water, dragging shampoo through your hair, while Caleb—sweet, curious, too-smart Caleb—stares down at the bright pink, silicone curve resting in his palm.
It vibrates when he touches the button.
He jumps, and then freezes.
His first thought isn’t what it is. Not really. He just stares at it, confused, before his brain catches up.
“Oh… fuck.”
Definitely a vibrator. Yours.
He sets it down like it’s radioactive, rubs his hand on his pants, and immediately picks it up again. His face burns hot. His throat’s dry. And he shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But his fingers move faster than his shame.
He opens his camera and scans it.
The image search is mercilessly fast.
“Lovense Lush 2: App-controlled wearable vibrator. Remote-operated. Hands-free.”
Remote-operated.
His stomach knots.
He reads. Scrolls. Reads more.
Synced vibrations. Custom patterns. Long-distance partner control. Phone access. Live syncing. Music-matching mode.
His cock twitches in his jeans.
Has someone else used it with you? Has someone controlled it for you? Did you sit on this very bed and let someone else make you come from miles away?
Or… did you just do it yourself?
Did you pull up the app with trembling fingers, thighs clenched, face flushed, and think of… him? When he was away?
He shouldn’t even be in this drawer, but now he’s hard, his mouth’s dry, and he needs to know.
He downloads the app—just to see... Just to understand. At least, that’s what he tells himself as it installs. That’s the excuse.
When it opens, the interface is sleek and pink, deceptively innocent. A smooth control dial. Pattern options. Bluetooth connection.
And one bright button:
“Connect to Device.”
He hesitates… then clicks it.
The toy hums faintly in his hand.
And then: “Caleb?”
Your voice cuts through the air like a knife.
He panics, dropping the vibrator into the pile of laundry like it’s on fire, locking his phone screen too late. When you walk into the room—damp, towel-wrapped, soft from the shower—his face is red.
You slow when you see him. You pause.
Then you see the drawer, and the sock, a little too unfolded, and him, sitting on the edge of your bed, face flushed, thighs spread.
“Oh my god,” you breathe. “You didn’t.”
He tries. He tries to play it cool. But his voice is too calm, too even.
“Didn’t what?”
“You found it?”
He glances toward the drawer. “Maybe.”
“You weren’t supposed to—Caleb!” You grip the towel tighter, heart racing, throat dry. “You were supposed to fold T-shirts!”
“That drawer was open.”
“And you decided to… investigate?”
He tilts his head. “I was curious.”
Your jaw drops. “Curious? You downloaded the app?”
“I didn’t say I did.”
“You totally did.”
He smirks, just a little. It’s smug. Dangerous. Too aware. “It connects through Bluetooth, you know.”
“I KNOW HOW IT WORKS.”
His eyes drop—slow, lazy—to your bare legs under the towel. He doesn’t move from the bed. His phone is still in his hand.
“Why’d you hide it?” he asks softly. “Were you embarrassed?”
You go stiff. “I—I wasn’t hiding it—just—just—storing it. In a sock. For… safety.”
His gaze is devastating, his eyes bore through you. “...Safety?”
You hate how hot your face is. Hate how shaky your voice is when you try to take the upper hand.
“You’re… seriously? You’re such a perv, Caleb, you can’t just—just dig through my drawers and—and play with things—”
“Play with things?”
You glare. You want to sound furious. You probably just sound breathless.
“Who controls it when you use it?” he asks, voice quieter now. “Is it just you?”
You stare at him, trembling.
“Do you give access to anyone else?”
Your chest tightens. Your breath stutters.
The towel suddenly feels too thin. You don’t know what to say.
You’re too exposed. And he hasn’t even touched you yet.
“Answer the question,” he murmurs.
“W-Why are you even asking?”
“Because the thought of you using that,” he says, voice hushed and thick, “without me knowing… kills me.”
He opens the app.
Your eyes widen.
“Caleb, don’t—”
The toy hums from the laundry.
Your legs tremble. The vibration is faint—but you can hear it. You know it.
You gasp, knees nearly buckling. “You—!”
He doesn’t move from the bed, he just sits and watches you. His voice is careful. Curious.
“What do you think?”
“Turn it off!” you snap, voice shaky.
“Say please.”
Your jaw drops.
“You—” You can't finish. The flustered heat crawling up your spine makes your words fail.
He stands slowly, towering in front of you now, his phone still in hand, his cock hard beneath his jeans. He leans in close, his voice a husky whisper.
“…So this is what you like, hm?”
Your stomach flips. You can’t speak.
Your mouth opens—no words come.
He’s too close. Close enough to smell the faint hint of clean laundry on his shirt, the musk of his cologne softened by the heat of your skin. Your heart hammers in your throat like it wants to escape.
“Should I get it for you?” Caleb repeats, his voice quiet, careful, curling with heat at the edges. “Is that what you want?”
You shake your head, once, sharp. “You’re an ass.”
He smiles at that—lazy, dangerous. “And yet you’re trembling.”
“I just got out of the shower.”
“Sure,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your legs again, where the towel’s started to shift with the motion of your thighs. You’re pressed so tightly together it’s like you’re trying to stop the vibration that’s not even touching you. Just hearing it has you on edge.
He taps his phone screen. The hum fades.
You exhale shakily, trying to step back—but his hand lifts. Doesn’t touch. Just hovers in the space between your bare shoulder and the towel’s edge.
“...Was it for you?” he asks quietly. “The toy. Was it for when I wasn’t here?”
You go still.
His eyes flicker up to yours, something almost nervous beneath the teasing now... a real question... and maybe that’s worse.
“I—” you start, but your voice catches. You clear your throat. “I don’t owe you an answer.”
“No,” he says, gently. “You don’t.”
You hate that he respects that. Hate how it makes you want to answer anyway.
You glance at the bed. It's rumpled from laundry, and the drawer is still half open. That stupid fucking sock, limp. The vibrator, pink and obscene in its neat little pile of folded cotton.
“You weren’t supposed to find it,” you say, voice thin. “It’s… private.”
Caleb nods slowly. “But you kept it close.”
Your brows knit. “What’s that supposed to mean?"
His eyes are soft. Hungry. “You could’ve hidden it better. Somewhere I’d never look. But you didn’t. You left it where I’d find it… maybe.”
“I didn’t—” You stop. Realize the truth of it halfway through your denial.
Maybe you hadn’t hidden it very well on purpose.
He sees the flicker in your expression. His gaze darkens.
“I think you wanted me to know,” he murmurs. “Or maybe just… wanted me to wonder.”
You don’t answer. You can’t. Every inch of you is tight and hot and pulsing. You're wet and not wearing anything to catch it. Self conscious.
Caleb leans just a little closer, head tilted, breath warm against your ear, “Let me try it… I've been very bad, let me make it up to you…”
You almost say no. You want to say no. (You don't. You're trying to lie to yourself though).
But your thighs are clenched. Your breath is shallow. And you hate how close you are to saying yes just because he asked like that.
“…You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, voice cracking.
He hums, low and amused. “Maybe. But I’m still asking.”
You close your eyes. His breath ghosts your cheek. You feel him before he even touches you—heat and presence and the slow throb of your pulse answering his.
“And if I say no?”
“I’ll turn it off,” he murmurs. “Put it back. Never speak of it again.”
Liar.
You open your eyes. He’s close, but not touching. His hands are still at his sides. His phone glows faintly in his palm. He looks flushed, a little wild, but he hasn’t pushed.
He’s letting you decide.
But his gaze… his gaze is asking all the questions his mouth won’t. Would you let him? Would you let him push that little thing inside you and sit across the room—watching, controlling, listening? Would you whimper if he turned it too high? Would you beg for more?
You clench without meaning to. The ache between your legs is embarrassing.
You’re silent too long.
He tilts his head, and for the first time his voice slips past teasing into soft—sincere.
“…Do you want it, pipsqueak?”
That name. It makes you stupid. Weak. Warm all the way down.
You nod once, tiny. Almost ashamed.
“…Yes.”
He exhales slowly, relief softening his jaw. His eyes flicker toward the bed, the folded laundry, the drawer still ajar.
“Then come here,” he says quietly.
You hesitate.
“I’ll be good,” he promises. “I’ll go slow.”
Your feet move before your brain catches up. You drop the towel when you reach him, and he doesn’t react—not at first. Steel. His eyes stay on your face, and just your face. Like he’s waiting for permission to look.
So you tilt your chin up. Just slightly.
His eyes drop.
And fuck—you feel it, the weight of his gaze like a hand between your thighs.
“You’re not wearing anything under that towel,” he murmurs. “Were you going to get dressed before I saw you?”
“…I didn’t think I’d need to.”
He smiles faintly. “You don’t.”
Caleb kneels in front of you.
No rush, no show, down on his knees like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The phone rests on the bed. The toy sits in his hand.
“You still sure?”
You nod.
“Say it.”
“…I want it.”
He kisses the inside of your knee.
“Sit.”
You do. Slowly. Shaky.
He parts your legs and gently sets the toy on the bed between them. Then he kisses the inside of your thigh. Once. Twice. And then again—higher.
“I’ll put it in,” he says. “You just stay still.”
You nod, dazed, already breathless. The anticipation is worse than anything.
He lifts the toy. Clicks the button. It hums softly in his hand.
“Lay back for me,” he murmurs.
You do. The sheets are cold against your skin, and you’re trembling now, fully exposed, legs open. You hear the shuffle of fabric—he’s taken off his hoodie—and then his fingers are brushing up your thigh again, light.
“Lift your hips.”
You obey.
His fingers part your folds and you gasp—sharp, wet, startled.
“You’re soaked,” he says, almost reverent. “Was it the idea of me finding this? Or the fact that I did?"
You don’t answer. You can’t. Your face is hot and your eyes are fluttering.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll make it feel good.”
He slides the toy in, your wetness guiding it through. It’s bigger than you remember the egg goes in, bigger and smoother, the tail hanging, curled up against your clit, but it still stretches you slightly, suddenly. You let out a soft whimper at the intrusion.
“Too much?” he asks immediately, hand on your knee.
You shake your head, gasping. “No… it’s okay…”
He exhales. And then…
The toy buzzes to life.
You moan.
Your hips jolt, thighs tensing as the toy hums deep inside you, steady and quiet but so fucking present. Caleb’s still kneeling beside the bed, watching your body react, his hand firm on your thigh.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
You bite your lip and try to squirm.
He touches your knee to still you. “Stay.”
The vibration shifts—he’s changing the pattern.
It pulses now. Short bursts. Then a long one.
You can’t help it—you arch your back, a whimper catching in your throat.
He looks transfixed. His free hand curls into the sheets like he’s grounding himself.
“You like that?” he murmurs. “You’re already dripping. I haven’t even touched your clit.”
You want to snap at him, say of course I like it, but all that comes out is a shaky, “Fuck…”
Caleb leans in. His lips ghost over your stomach, then lower. His breath hits your inner thigh as he speaks:
“I want to know how many patterns it has. I want to know which one makes you cry.”
You moan. You can’t not.
“And I want to be the one holding the dial every single time.”
You reach for him blindly, your hand tangling in his hair.
He growls softly. “Tell me what you want, pips...”
You can't. He pulls back so that he can see you. He’s quiet for a long moment, just watching you.
Your legs are spread, the pink tail of the vibrator curled against your clit like a secret. You’re trying to stay still, thighs trembling, your breathing light and high. The toy pulses again—gentle, teasing. You gasp.
Caleb’s jaw is clenched.
His knuckles are white around his phone.
And he’s hard.
You can see it now, the outline in his jeans obvious, obscene. He’s kneeling beside the bed, but it’s clear in the way he shifts… his hips twitching forward like his body’s begging, even if his mouth stays quiet.
He breathes through his nose, slow, trying to control himself.
And fails.
“Sit on my lap,” he whispers. His voice is strained. Rough. “Just like this. I want to feel it. I need to feel it.”
Your lips part. “Caleb—”
“I won’t touch it,” he promises quickly. “I won’t even move. I just—” His hand flexes against the mattress. “Please.”
You nod, stunned by the heat in his voice, and he helps you—guiding you with both hands, gentle, reverent. You climb into his lap, careful not to jostle the toy too much, your knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He leans back slightly, hands on your hips to balance you. His face is flushed, pupils wide, lips parted.
Then the toy buzzes. It's sharp and low and deep inside you. You let out a soft moan and collapse against him, forehead to his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he chokes out.
You feel it—the way your body vibrates through him. The way the hum travels from your cunt to his lap, pressed flush against his cock through two layers of fabric. His hips jerk instinctively.
He groans into your neck.
“Oh my god,” he breathes. “You’re shaking.”
You are.
Everything is hot and melting and pulsing. It’s perfect and torture, a slick, slow throb building in your stomach. You rock your hips just once—barely—and he moans like you bit him.
“Don’t,” he gasps, fingers digging into your hips. “Don’t do that—fuck—”
You grin against his throat. “You said I could sit.”
“You’re greedy,” he hisses. “You’re…fuck…you’re evil…”
You clench around the toy, pressing it in with the bulge of his cock. He bucks up beneath you with a sharp, broken groan, like he’s being pulled apart cell by cell.
You feel drunk on the power for a moment, and he’s falling apart.
“Can you take more?” he whispers, pulling the phone up again with a shaking hand.
You hesitate… but you nod. “Yeah…”
He turns the dial up, carefully and not all the way. Just enough.
It purrs inside you now, every pulse kissing your walls, grinding against your most sensitive places with perfect pressure. Your hips jerk.
You whimper into his neck. “Caleb—”
His hands stroke your back. He’s panting. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good for me.”
You moan. Loud. Thoughtless.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans. “You’re dripping. Right on me. On my jeans. My cock…”
You bury your face in his collarbone, trying to hold still. Trying not to move. But it’s so hard. It feels so good.
“You’re making a mess,” he pants. “You’re fucking soaked, baby, oh my god—”
You can feel his cock under you, twitching, trapped and leaking. You rock forward a little on accident and he shudders, groaning ragged into your neck.
“Stop—don’t—I’ll come if you do that again—”
“You haven’t even touched me,” you whisper, dizzy.
“I am touching you,” he groans. “You’re on me. You’re fucking trembling all over me, I can feel every—” He cuts off with a moan, hands gripping you tighter. “Fuck—fuck—you’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
“I—” You can’t even form words. The pressure is building too fast, too sharp, and the way his voice sounds in your ear is tipping you over the edge.
“Come for me,” he whispers, raw and wrecked. “Right here. Just like this. Come with me under you, baby. Use it. Use me.”
You do.
You cry out, hips jerking and grinding, legs locking as the orgasm tears through you. It's fast, electric, too much. The toy keeps going, humming inside you while your body pulses around it, breath ragged, muscles tensed. Caleb groans as you come undone in his lap, his cock pinned between you, the wet heat of your release soaking through both your bodies.
You collapse against him, twitching. He catches you instantly. Holds you. Breathes through it.
His lips press to your temple, worshipping.
“You’re unreal,” he whispers. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
You smile, dazed.
“I hope so,” you murmur.
He chuckles. Then shifts just enough to press his hips up into yours. You can feel how hard he still is. How desperate.
Your grin returns.
“You want me to take care of you now?” you whisper sweetly.
He groans into your neck.
“Don’t tease me,” he pants. “I begged for that. You know me.”
You tilt your head and kiss him. Once. Soft. Deep.
“I know.”
Caleb's shaky breath is warm in your ear as he pulls you close, arms around your waist. “Are you too overstimulated for…” He pauses, voice breaking as he feels you shift in his lap. “Fuck. I want to be inside you.”
Your head turns slightly, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Your breath is hot. “Then do it.”
His breath catches.
“You’re sure?”
You nod, weak, your voice like silk barely clinging to your throat. “I’m dripping for you, Caleb. What the fuck do you think?”
He groans. The noise is wrecked, shaky, as he flips you so gently you almost don’t feel it until you’re on your back again. His hands are everywhere: your thighs, your hips, your waist. His eyes are molten, blown black with need, but his fingers stay careful, as he's pulling the toy out with a slick pop that makes you whimper.
You feel so empty when it’s gone. But not for long.
He fumbles with his jeans, breath ragged as he yanks them down just enough to free his cock…and then... fuck...
You both look.
He’s so hard. Veined and thick, flushed deep with need. The tip is wet and twitching and leaking, and you stare, wide-eyed and stunned.
You’d forgotten how big he is. Or maybe you just didn’t realize how needy your body was now. How soft and open he’d already made you.
He presses forward, then slides in.
You both gasp. It’s obscene how easy he goes in. No resistance. Just slick, tight, hot pressure and then full, stuffed, stretched around him like your body was already waiting for this. Begging for it.
“Holy fuck,” Caleb chokes. He’s not moving. Just inside, balls-deep, jaw slack, hips trembling. “You’re—you’re already this wet? You—shit, I can’t—I can’t believe this—”
You moan, helpless, legs wrapping around his waist, hands grabbing at his back. “Move—please, Caleb, you have to—”
He jerks forward with a groan and pulls out an inch—just enough to see his cock shining with you—then slams back in. You cry out.
“Oh my god,” he breathes. “You’re taking me—so fucking easy, baby—fuck, this pussy—” Another thrust, sharp and deep. You arch. “You’re already open for me. That toy got you ready, didn’t it? Got you all soft and dripping, just so I could fuck you like this.”
“Y-yeah,” you gasp. “Fuck—please, don’t stop—”
“Greedy little thing,” he growls, voice hoarse with disbelief. “You wanted me to find it. You wanted me hard and jealous and ready to ruin you. You fucking planned this.”
You shake your head, whining. “Didn’t—just—just didn’t hide it—”
“Same fucking thing,” he snarls into your neck, slamming into you faster now. “You know what it does to me. Fuck, you know—you knew I’d lose it. And now look—”
He pounds into you, relentless, each thrust punching air from your lungs. Your nails dig into his back as you try to hold on, but he’s not giving you a break, not now.
“I can’t believe how good you take it,” he growls. “So fucking wet. I’m sliding in like it’s nothing—nothing, baby, you’re sucking me in like you missed this.”
You sob out a moan, your whole body thrumming. You’re stretched wide, filled to the brim, stuffed so good you can’t think.
“I did,” you cry. “I did, Caleb—I missed it… Your perfect cock…”
His rhythm stutters—just a second—and then it gets rougher. Harder. Messier.
“I’ll give it to you,” he pants. “Every time. Whenever you want. I’ll fuck you open and ruin you, baby, I'll take good care of you… you don’t ever have to beg again.”
He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, and you scream.
He presses his forehead to yours, breath coming in sharp, hot gasps. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
“I—I can’t—”
“You will. I feel it. I feel you clenching on me—fuck—you love it raw, don’t you? No condom, just skin to skin, me buried in your fucking pussy like I belong there—”
“You do,” you gasp.
That breaks him.
He snaps his hips, brutal and desperate. “You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come with me, and I’m not gonna pull out—I’m gonna fill you up.”
The sound you make isn’t even a word. It’s raw. Wet. Animal.
He’s soaked—you’re soaked—your arousal painting his cock, his thighs, pooling under you. He can barely breathe.
You’re clenching, right on the edge again, thighs trembling.
He sees it. Feels it.
“Come, baby,” he begs, forehead still against yours. “Come for me, pipsqueak. Let me feel you—fuck, I wanna feel you milk my cock—”
You snap.
Your walls spasm around him, tight and fluttering, your body locking up as your orgasm rips through you. You sob, moan, scream—you don’t even know what sound you make. Just that it drags him with you.
Caleb cries out your name like it hurts. Like worship.
His cock jerks and he thrusts once, twice—and then he’s coming. Deep inside. Hot, thick pulses of it, flooding you while your body still twitches around him. He groans into your neck, shaky, broken, lost.
You hold each other.
Breathless. Destroyed. Connected.
After a long moment, he whispers against your skin:
“You’re never using that thing without me again.”
You laugh, weak and giddy, and pull him closer.
“Deal.”
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wheelie-sick · 6 months ago
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me n my best friend were talking about ABA and actually specifically talking about talking
did you know ABA therapists try to act as speech therapists without being speech therapists? in fact most, if not all, ABA centers do not have a speech therapist on their team!
at my ABA center they would attempt to force all the kids to use oral speech. ABA therapy is disproportionately used for higher support needs kids who are more likely to have lower speaking abilities if they have the ability at all.
many of the kids there would only speak in a few words or sentences and one was unable to speak at all. kids were denied AAC if they had any speaking ability because they wanted to "encourage speech" and thought AAC would discourage it (something disproven by studies many times). they were constantly scolded and told to "use their words" when they were upset or wanted something. they would try to teach them to talk by forcing them into it.
the one girl who was allowed AAC was the girl who had no speaking ability. she was treated like a puppy doing tricks whenever she would use her AAC device to talk. most of the time she too was denied AAC. the therapists would talk behind her back about "how smart she is to use that tablet" and "how good she is at it" all while denying it to her. they would put her in bad sensory environments without any way to communicate. as my best friend said, this was essentially torturing her.
even kids who could usually speak were scolded when losing speech. if a person who had more speaking ability shut down and lost that speech they were scolded and "lost points" (<- forgot the actual terminology used) for not "using our words."
we were expected to talk the entire time even if we were tired and wanted a break. (everyone at the center struggled with speech to some degree) I really do mean the entire time. these sessions were multiple hours long. we weren't allowed to do things silently. I don't know how much this standard was applied to the kids with less speaking ability but I imagine their experience was similar.
speaking was mandatory to access food or water. particularly those of us with more significant speech problems were expected to ask for it 2, 3 times using verbal speech if we wanted it. it was withheld if they couldn't.
speech was not just expected it was mandatory and failing meant your time in hell was longer. they did not want to focus on building effective communication (which is honestly something an SLP should be doing) they wanted to force speech. it didn't matter that this would not work for many of the kids, that being nonverbal or losing speech are not choices someone makes or something in our control. they didn't care.
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williamhenry11 · 27 days ago
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maybeafrog-blog · 4 months ago
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In Defense of Donnie's Gifts
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I'm ngl I sorta think the shock collar was still just an odd writing decision but as far as PREMISE:
It CANNOT be a coincidence that this is the first time (and one of VERY few times) that Donnie's soft shell is referenced. Once, when Raph is hesitating to tell Donnie his gifts suck ass, and he uses the soft shell metaphor, and after that with Meat Sweats and his paprika, describing it as not just soft, but delicate. Weird, but he is a cannibal, so. (Side note, Meat Sweats never removed his battle shell? How does he know? Or did he take it off and replace it after the pound of butter? Is he using it to facilitate steaming and tenderness? Is it broken? I feel like it should have something in there that could break him out of the sausage links)
Then in that last little scene- "Forget it. You guys are great the way you are!" - we get the shot of Donnie from behind pre group hug, with his brothers facing the camera. (Idk if I'm making shit up, but I feel like this is a staple for Donnie episodes? It def happens in the Purple Game, maybe Smart Lair.) The framing draws attention to his battle shell. The battle shell even kinda matches the gifts, compared to the rest of their gear and even Donnie's tech, color coded and way more streamlined than stuff like the tech bo.
Donnie's soft shell is an innate, unchangeable part of him, a feature of his species, that he treats as a handicap. Probably MORE unchangeable than the character traits he sees as holding his brothers back, which they do sorta... not mature out of, but refine, rather, over the course of the show. Donnie's shell can't experience a character arc, but he sees it as holding him back. So he FIXES it.
The Mad Dogs don't really have a motivation for beating stuff up besides "Hero Time!!!" at this point. That's why it's so interesting how EARLY this happens, unlike with Mind Meld, he isn't trying to change his brothers to make them better at a task that he actually CARES about. Donnie in particular never gets a super intense moral compass besides stuff that threatens people he already cares about, and he doesn't have any grudges (no Purple Dragons) at this point in the series. Hero Goals are largely devices for him to hang out with his dum dum brothers. I'm not diagnosed or anything but my vibes are certainly... Spectrum-Adjacent, I definitely have trouble with literal thinking and reading people. One thing that happens sometimes is people will be using "task" as "reason to hang," and I will get a lot more fixated on completing said task than I really should, to the point of annoying people. I confuse "Successful Task Completion" with "Successful Social Interaction." It makes me come across as bossy and controlling without realizing it.
So, we got a Donnie who thinks Arbitrary Goals are essential to Hero Bonding, who has been treating his life like an mmorpg - armor upgrades, skill trees, grinding, sometimes fighting through random dungeons to hang out with his bros. He's probably even slightly better at Fighting Stuff than his brothers atp, he isn't dealing with a mystic learning curve and his special interest has been Weapons of Mild Destruction for years already. His brothers want to level up, take harder missions, he tries to get them there with his access to High Level Loot.
Of course, his brothers are all min-maxing, not trying to multiclass their purple ass out of squishy glass cannon town. So, it doesn't go well. Unfortunately, the lesson Donnie learns (besides brotherly affection) is that his brothers don't NEED fixing like he does. Mind Meld and Donnie vs. Witch Town sorta finish this arc out as best as the series can.
Where I would have liked to see this go:
A S2 Donnie's Gifts or Mind Meld style episode (Donnie tries to improve his brothers, to their dismay) where the motivator isn't goal completion, but protectiveness. We see a bit of the fear in Purple Game, a bit of the contingency planning with the escape pods in the movie. Maybe a more upfront "training montage" type scenario, a high tech robo dojo to develop their mad skills, or just a tense moment after a skin of their teeth Genius Built rescue.
The brothers confront Donnie eventually-- not just the passive conflict resolution of Donnie's Gifts. They get mad. Push Donnie to the point he's at in Turtle-Dega Nights. They get a rant about not wanting them to get hurt, of course, but also that he's already done so much to FIX himself, make sure he's not a LIABILITY, why can't they at least try to stay SAFE? The dangers are real now, and as far as Donnie knows he REALLY can't do anything about threats like the Shredder. His tech did nothing the first time. His brothers are the ones with the mystic mojo, and they don't even realize how SERIOUS things could get.
Anyway. Protective Donatello my Beloved. Let my boy go apeshit.
//I REALLY Like the 2003 episode where Leo is hurt and Donnie is fucking PISSED at Usagi. All Donnies should be allowed to enter a feral protective rage, as a treat.
//If anyone knows of any Purple Game Aftermath fics lmk. Like, going home, getting donnie out of the evil gamer chair, guilt, whatever. or just good Purple Dragons being Assholes content.
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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 months ago
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Brother makes a demon-haunted printer
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I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me in RICHMOND TOMORROW (Mar 5) and in AUSTIN> on Mar 10. More tour dates here. Mail-order signed copies from LA's Diesel Books.
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You guys, I don't want to bum you out or anything, but I think there's a good chance than some self-described capitalists aren't really into capitalism.
Sorry.
Take incentives: Charlie Munger, capitalism's quippiest pitchman, famously said, "Show me the incentive and I’ll show you the outcome." And here's some mindblowing horseshoe theory for ya: Munger agrees with the noted Communist agitator Adam Smith, whose anti-rentier, pro-government-regulation jeremiad "The Wealth of Nations" contains this notorious passage:
It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own self-interest. We address ourselves not to their humanity but to their self-love, and never talk to them of our own necessities, but of their advantages.
Incentives matter – if you design a system that permits abuse, you should expect abuse. Now, I'm not 100% on board with this: every one of us has ways to undetectably cheat the system and enrich ourselves, but most of the time, most of us play by the rules.
But it's different for corporations: the myth of "shareholder supremacy" has reached pandemic levels among the artificial lifeforms we call corporate persons, and it's impossible to rise through the corporate ranks without repeating and believing the catechism that there is a law that requires executives to lie, cheat and steal if it results in an extra dollar for the investors, in the name of "fiduciary duty":
https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/18/falsifiability/#figleaves-not-rubrics
And this attitude has leaked out into politics and everyday life, so that many of our neighbors have been brainwashed into thinking that a successful cheat is a success in life, that pulling a fast one "makes you smart":
https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/04/its-not-a-lie/#its-a-premature-truth
In a world dominated by a belief in the moral virtue and legal necessity of ripping off anyone you can get away with cheating, then, sure, any system that permits cheating is a system in which cheating will occur.
This shouldn't be controversial, but if so, how are we to explain the whole concept of the Internet of Things? Installing networked computers into our appliances, office equipment, vehicles and homes is an invitation of mischief: the software in those computers can be remotely altered after you purchase them, taking away the features you paid for and then selling them back to you.
Now, an advocate for market-based solutions has a ready-made response to this: if a company downgrades a device you own, this merely invites another company to step in with a disenshittifying plug-in that makes things better. If the company that made your garage-door opener pushes an over-the-air update that blocks you from using an ad-free, well-designed app and forces you to use an enshittified app that forces you to look at ads before you can open the garage, well, that's an opportunity for a rival company to sell you a better software update for your garage-door opener, one that restores the lost functionality:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain
I'm no hayekpilled market truefan, but I'm pretty sure that would work.
However.
The problem is that since 1998, that kind of reverse-engineering has been a felony under Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, which bans bypassing "an effective access control"
https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/
There's a pretty obvious incentive at play when companies have the ability to unilaterally alter how their products work after you buy them and you are legally prohibited to change how the product works after you buy them. This is the first lesson of the Darth Vader MBA: "I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further":
https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/26/hit-with-a-brick/#graceful-failure
I've been banging this drum for decades now – like when I got into a public (friendly) spat with the editor of Wired magazine over their reviews of DRM-based media devices. I argued that it was irresponsible to review a device that could be unilaterally downgraded by the manufacturer at any time, without – at a minimum – noting that the feature you're buying the gadget for might disappear without warning after you've shelled out your hard-earned money:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/03/painful-burning-dribble/#law-of-intended-consequences
Of course, companies that get a reputation for these kinds of shenanigans might lose market share to better competitors. Sure, if the company that made your phone or your thermostat or your insulin pump reached into it across the internet and made it worse, you're shit out of luck when it comes to that device. But you can buy your next device from a better company, right?
Well, sure – in a competitive market, that's a plausible theory of "market discipline." Companies that fear losing business to rivals might behave themselves better.
In theory.
But in practice, the world's "advanced economies" have spent the past 40 years running an uncontrolled experiment in what happens if you don't enforce competition law, and instead allow companies to buy all their competitors. The result is across-the-board industrial oligopolies, cartels, duopolies and monopolies in nearly every category of good and service:
https://www.openmarketsinstitute.org/learn/monopoly-by-the-numbers
Now, even a duopoly has some competition. If you don't like Coke, there's always Pepsi. But again, in practice, companies in concentrated industries find it easy to "tacitly collude" to adopt one another's worst habits – the differences between the outrageous payment processing charged by Apple's App Store and the junk fees charged by Google Play are about as meaningful as the differences between Coke and Pepsi.
Which brings me to printers.
I know.
Ugh.
Printers are the worst and HP is the worst of the worst. For years, HP has been abusing its market dominance – and its customers' wallets – by inflating the price of ink and rolling out countermeasures to prevent you from refilling your old cartridges or buying third-party ink. Worse, HP have mastered the Darth Vader MBA, bushing updates to its printers that sneakily downgrade them after you've bought them and taken them home.
Here's a sneaky trick HP came up with: they send a "security update" to your printer. After you click "OK," a little progress bar zips across the screen and the printer reboots itself, and then…nothing. The printer declares itself to be "up to date" and works exactly like it did before you installed the update. But inside the printer, a countdown timer has kicked off, and then, months later, the "security update" activates itself, like a software Manchurian Candidate.
Because that "security update" protects the security of HP, against HP customers. It is designed to detect and reject the very latest third-party ink cartridges, which means that if you've just bought a year's worth of ink at Costco, you might wake up the next day and discover that your printer will no longer accept them – because of an update you ran six months before.
Why does HP put such a long fuse on its logic bomb? For the same reason that viruses like covid evolve to be contagious before you show symptoms. If the update immediately broke compatibility with third party ink, word would spread, and some HP customers would turn off their printers' wifi before the "security update" could be applied to them.
By asymptomatically incubating the infection over a long, patient timescale, HP maximizes the spread of the contagion, guaranteeing a global pandemic of enshittiification:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/11/ink-stained-wretches-battle-soul-digital-freedom-taking-place-inside-your-printer
HP has done this – and worse – over and over, and every time I write about it, people pop up to recommend their Brother printers as the enshittification-free alternative. I own a Brother, an HL3170-CDW laser printer that's basically indestructible, cheerfully accepts third-party toner, and costs almost nothing to run.
But I still don't connect it to my wifi. The idea that Brother is a better company than HP – that is possesses some intrinsic antienshittificatory virtue – has always struck me as a foolish belief. Brother has means, motive and opportunity to push over-the-air downgrades to block third-party ink as HP.
Which is exactly what they've done.
Yesterday, Louis Rossman, hero of the Right to Repair movement, revealed that Brother had just pushed a mandatory over-the-air update that locks out third-party ink:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpHX_9fHNqE
Rossman has a thorough technical breakdown of the heist, but it boils down to this. Brother is just as shit as HP. Look from the men to the pigs and the pigs to the men all you want – you will never spot the difference. Take the Pepsi Challenge – bet you won't be able to guess which is which:
https://wiki.rossmanngroup.com/wiki/Brother_ink_lockout_%26_quality_sabotage
This was the absolutely predictable outcome of the regulatory incentives our corporate overlords created, the enormous, far-reaching power we handed to these corporations. With that great power came no responsibility:
https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/26/ursula-franklin/#franklinite
Filling our devices with computers that run programs that can be changed in secret, that we're not allowed to inspect or alter? It's a recipe for a demon-haunted world, where the devices we entrust with our livelihood, our privacy and our wellbeing are possessed by hellions who escape from the digital Tartarus and are unleashed upon humanity.
Demons have possessed the Internet of Things. It's in Teslas:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world
and in every other car, too:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon
Our devices – phones, pacemakers, appliances and home security systems – are designed to prevent us to find out what they're doing. That means that when malicious software infects them, then – by design – these devices prevent us from knowing about it or doing anything about it:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/18/descartes-delenda-est/#self-destruct-sequence-initiated
This should not come as a surprise to anyone. Show me the incentive and I'll show you the outcome.
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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2025/03/05/printers-devil/#show-me-the-incentives-i-will-show-you-the-outcome
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super interesting to read your takes on Epic! was wondering if you ever read Madeline Miller's Circe and if yes, what were your thoughts on it?
Yes, I’ve read Circe. I actually read a PDF online, but I recently found the actual book! Not that it was a smart decision to waste money on a book I’ve already read, but eh...What’s a girl to do... Anyway, it’s fine, I guess, if you’re into that sort of thing. Y’know, the whole “I took a Greek myth and turned it into a sanitized Pinterest board” vibe. Madeline Miller’s writing? Solidly meh. It’s not the revelatory prose the internet insists it is, but sure, it’s readable. Circe is, at its core, an interpretation of myth tailored for modern consumption. It’s accessible, marketable, and easy for readers to feel clever about loving. That’s fine! But it’s not the tour de force some fans seem to think it is.
Miller’s prose is polished, sure, but it’s also overly workshopped. It’s the kind of writing you’d expect from someone who graduated at the top of her MFA class, not from someone channeling the raw energy of myth. Myths are messy, strange, and wild. Miller’s style, in comparison, feels sanitized and controlled, like she’s so afraid of losing her grip on the narrative that she cuts away anything that might add texture or complexity. It’s the literary equivalent of a curated Instagram feed: nice to look at, but lacking depth.
Then there’s Circe herself. Miller does try to give her more agency, and I respect the effort to center her voice in a way the original myths didn’t. But the execution? Kind of frustrating. Circe starts out promising — turning men into pigs is such an iconic power move, and her fury feels righteous. But just when we think she’s found her strength, here comes Odysseus, and suddenly the narrative shifts. She’s no longer the fearsome witch-goddess carving out her own place in the world; she’s softened by the love of a clever man. And let’s be real: Odysseus isn’t just any man. He’s a walking bundle of red flags, even by Greek myth standards. He lies, manipulates, and cheats, and yet somehow, we’re supposed to believe that after Circe has been burned by men over and over again, this is the guy she opens her heart to? It’s not just about him, though — it’s what his arrival represents. The story moves from “Circe standing on her own” to “Circe defined by her relationship with Odysseus.” And for a book marketed as a feminist retelling, that feels like such a cop-out. And then...Telemachus.
I get why Miller paired him with Circe. Symbolically, it works. He’s everything Odysseus never was. Their relationship is clearly meant to be this balm, a quiet resolution after all the stormy chaos of Circe’s life. And I’ll admit, it’s sweet in a way that sneaks up on you. But does it feel entirely earned? Not really. The thing is, their bond develops too neatly, almost like it’s checking off a box labeled “Happy Ending.” Telemachus shows up, all sweet and thoughtful, and we’re supposed to believe Circe would just open her heart to him after everything she’s been through? I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve love, she absolutely does, but where’s the tension? Where’s the hesitation? This is a woman who’s spent centuries in isolation, surviving betrayal after betrayal. Shouldn’t there be a little more conflict in letting someone like Telemachus in, no matter how gentle he is?
That said, I can’t deny the appeal. Telemachus stepping away from his father’s shadow and finding peace with Circe does have a certain poetic justice to it. And the moments between them are undeniably tender — there’s a quiet power in the idea of two scarred people finding solace in each other. It’s just that, for all its cuteness, their relationship feels more like an epilogue than an integral part of the story. It’s nice, and it is sweet, but it doesn’t quite feel alive. Telegonus is...a plot device. Literally I do not care half as much as I should for him, so I honestly have no idea what to even say for him here. He could and should have been better. Sure, Telegonus is the catalyst for some major events, but he himself feels oddly passive in his own story. He’s the one who accidentally kills Odysseus, yet the emotional fallout of that act barely scratches the surface. Instead, the focus shifts back to Circe and Telemachus, leaving Telegonus as this loose end that never quite gets tied up. Not normally, at least. He’s there to serve Circe’s arc, not to have one of his own. And for someone with his parentage, that feels like a waste.
What really irks me, though, is the missed opportunity. The premise of Circe is so good: a witch cast out by the gods, building her life from scratch and dealing with the fallout of her choices. There’s so much room for nuance and exploration there — of power, isolation, anger, and what it means to be both divine and deeply human. But Miller doesn’t lean into those themes as much as she could. Instead, the story often feels like it’s ticking off a checklist of tropes to make Circe “relatable” to a modern audience.
To be clear, I’m not saying Miller needed to write a hyper-accurate mythological treatise. Adaptations are allowed to take liberties! But they should still engage with the source material in a way that feels authentic, not just convenient. Instead of grappling with Circe’s contradictions — her cruelty and compassion, her power and her vulnerability — Miller smooths over those edges to make her more palatable. Circe is fine. It’s a decent book if you’re looking for a cozy entry point into Greek myths, but it’s not the radical, feminist reclamation it’s often made out to be. It takes some of the most interesting elements of Circe’s story and waters them down into something more comfortable, more easily consumed. Which, hey, works for a lot of people! But if you’re looking for a Circe who’s truly complicated, messy, and unyielding, you’ll have to go back to the myths, or write your own. It’s cute, it’s tidy, and it’s easy to love, but myths, in my opinion, should be anything but. Working on my own little retelling of the Odyssey, and I just hope it will not end up like a mess.
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