A Year In Review
A Fruit Loop showed up at the Asylum this year — some young kid who once threatened to kill himself because I wouldn’t see him a second time. That was probably the most mind-dumb situation.
The stories, all of them — true.
Looking back on this year, the most uneventful encounter was with a tall Jewish guy from New York. That one was so underwhelming it barely registered.
On the other hand, the highlights were definitely more exciting: brainwashing a few wives here and there, heading out to the desert, traveling to Florida, then up to Seattle.
Sitting down with women, learning their stories, writing for them, and guiding them to a place where they found my ideas utterly compelling. That’s where the magic happened.
And yes, I’m for hire — if you’re looking for someone to become your wife’s new best friend and teach her a few interesting things.
Now, back to the low points. I trusted someone who turned out to be disrespectful and transactional — completely the wrong type for me. I build relationships with my students; I want connections, not fleeting interactions. Needless to say, he’s never allowed back, not that he’d want to return.
Speaking of relationships, I have land and am working on building a compound where I’d love to invite people to hang out someday. And of course, we also have the Asylum. Starting Friday nights, I’ll be performing live stage hypnosis there. The venue in SOMA is fantastic — right across the street from the Orpheum Theater. Tickets are available on Eventbrite if you want to come.
People often ask, “What’s the most intense thing you’ve done this year?” Well, attempting to pull off The Church of Great Sex ranks pretty high. That project fizzled out when I took a break from compound building and returned to the Bay Area. Maybe it’s time to revive it and see what happens this time around.
I terrorize people for a living — not the kind of terror Stephen King writes about, but the real thing. Everyone thinks it’s fiction, and that misconception gives me deep belly laughs over my coffee this morning.
People like me rarely exist, and there’s a reason for that. First, I was trained by the government — not that anyone wants to believe it. Then, I trained with a mercenary psychologist, adding to that years of black belts, tactical training, and more. I’m not young anymore, but I’ve honed my craft in fields most wouldn’t dare touch — like sex. Everything else feels dull in comparison. Sure, I could be a great sports psychologist, but what’s the point? It wouldn’t make me nearly as happy as what I’m doing now.
So, when I see these little posts claiming this is all make-believe or fairy tales, I can’t help but laugh — really, I just do. It’s hilarious to me. That’s part of why I’ve decided to start doing a show every other Friday in January. It gives people a chance to come get entertained, without the usual high cost of working with me.
And trust me, people pay a lot — for good reason. What you think is your fantasy is only the surface; the real work lies in unraveling it psychologically. That unraveling doesn’t stop when the session ends — it keeps going, reshaping you long after, often snapping you into an entirely new direction. Essentially, I’m molding and shaping you into a completely different kind of monster. How beautiful is that?
Why? Because I can.
Nothing entertains me more than this.
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