Asher Wolfstein

The only way to truly create any sort of prevention is to make a solid, in-depth, clearly reasoned argument as to why one’s actions are the worst ones to take, and thus have a chance of creating the inner unassailable motivation within anyone to not do it.

If there isn’t really a reason for them to be motivated, most people won’t be. And if all your reasons have nothing to do with them and their interests at all, then most people aren’t going to actually care.

They just say sorry later.

But, I digress.

I worked on this for FOUR WHOLE FUCKING DAYS so admire it please.

ADULTS ONLY!

I emerged from last shadow’s gate,
Not the brightened path to forego.
Sworn to darkness none may navigate,
Given sight of what no one knows,
…

I’ve committed to leaving major social media platforms on December 1st, 2025. I’ve moved the date up to today. Major social media platforms are imaginary ‘places’ where basic social interaction is the currency, and for-profit influencing is democratized by welfare corporations through a system devoid of ethical curation or concern. Usage is down 40%, and the worst, as well as

This is a poem I published approximately around January 14th of 2025 on asherwolfstein.com. At this time I don’t have a more accurate date, but I will. This was pulled from an archive.org snapshot.

In case anyone was curious about the last aftershocks of the situation involving the people who didn’t like what I had to write that has played out over the last week on Twitter, I’ll provide some final details that I didn’t think were appropriate for a Tweet thread. First off, I’d like to thank the rational, caring, and understanding people who have supported me, a victim of emotional neglect and other circumstances, despite the unfortunate things I did as a very young child. I can completely understand that it is uncomfortable, gross, and easy to judge, which is where I came in and reminded everyone that it is more common than people think; it’s just that not very many people are honest or open about it (something else I also addressed in my post).

What do I know? I know that I think I’m a fairly average person in the grand scheme of things, but that, like almost everyone, I have a few unique traits and issues. Honestly, if you strip away the Borderline, the furry, and the supposed intelligence, in the end, I’m pretty average. I don’t necessarily think those three things make me “special” in any superior sense; they are just different. I don’t think of myself as superior in any way, shape, or form. I make that very clear in my previous post where I write that I’m a shit person, and the detritus of society, and a total failure. Why do I think that?

I am not happy. After 41 years on this planet, I’m unsatisfied with how I’ve spent my time during the first half of my life and what I’ve realized. People often talk about a thing called determinism. It’s a philosophical way of talking about destiny or fate. People are “determined” to be or do one thing or another based on factors such as upbringing, class, social status, genetics, heredity, physical characteristics, spirituality/god, etc. You essentially are what you are by some freak accident of chance, and you can never change it, and you’ll always end up doing what you are “meant” to do no matter what. Most of the individuals that really champion this idea are usually pretty well off, have some special talent, see themselves as superior (and thus deserve to exploit others), or at least not in any danger of failing, suffering, or dying. How convenient!

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This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore. I can’t say that I played this game in my nostalgic childhood, getting up way early in the morning in my mickey mouse one-sy. That’s because it never really came out in the United States as far as I know. So unfortunately, I had to experience this game as a translated ROM on my handy emulation device (that I connect to my color stereo CRT).

This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore. Maniac Mansion. That’s Mansion, with a Maniac in front of it, don’t forget it. I originally played this game when I was in elementary school on my trusty dusty Nintendo Entertainment System. Oh, the stories would abound in the lunch room, particularly about how you could see Nurse Edna naked (fortunately, pure rumors).

This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore.

This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore. The date on the txt file I found this in was September 14, 2019, but that is not accurate at all. This

This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore. I remember getting a hold of this game in the video game underworld called the playground. I can’t remember what we traded in exchange for this odd title, but we couldn’t find it anywhere else. My future brother-in-law and me together tried to tackle this game, pleasantly so. I don’t think we ever beat it, or solved all the puzzles, but we had a good time.

This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore. Ah, what can I say about this game. I’ve had it since childhood. It always taunted me on a sick day home from school, beat me, beat me, you can do it. (Get your mind out of the gutter) I would play it and try to beat it, but every time I fell short. Little did I realize how ridiculously nintendo-hard this game truly is as it gets further to the end.

This is a “retro review” I wrote for GamingFurever.com which, for a while seemed defunct to me, but now I guess it back up again (I just checked now)… however, my reviews don’t seem to be there anymore (I searched “Olympus” in the games and I didn’t see this charming review.

And, so, during my darkest and most desperate hours, this came out. This is pretty much how I wrote it, first hand-written draft (much like my Small Cumfurt episodes).

In the forests
Within the trees
I am searching for you
Please show yourself to me
…

We open with a delightfully happy story about the most basic of all human emotions: lust. No one on earth hasn’t experienced the high of both desiring another unabashedly and being desired instantaneously for countless number of irrational reasons. It feels great. One woman experienced a manifestation of this emotive energy today sitting in a park people watching. We take you on spot…

For the backstory on this script, please see HUGNS Episode 1. Here is a humorous script for a “television show” I was writing called Happy UnderGround News Station. I was 25 and working as a technology paraprofessional at an elementary school when I wrote this. And yes, I wrote the first episode in one day, and then this episode the next day. The idea that any sort of length of my writing, online or off, formal or casual, indicates long periods of effort is understandable, but inaccurate.

At one point or another I decided I’d make a “television show,” of some kind. This was when I was working at the elementary school and every weekend I’d travel back to Fort Collins to be with my husband Maus. It’s partly why I only worked there as a technology paraprofessional (apparently as one of their last) for a year. I wrote three episodes, and this is the first one, and luckily it has its own timestamp written right into the text.

I stood up, and delivered this serious brooding emotional entanglement of Fox McCloud, torturing himself with the confused longing, oh the confused longing, until he finally placed his elbows on the window of the spaceship, staring out into cold space, and uttered the sonorous word with a deep breath, “Slippy.” Not in so many words, no, in fact, in a lot more words.