Damage Reports : People of the Lie
Damage Reports: People of the Lie is a solo podcast of raw, unflinching monologues about personal and generational wreckage. The host examines inherited rage, toxic masculinity, petty authority, dominance disguised as protection, and the lies people tell themselves first. Rather than therapy or redemption, the show presents itself as an autopsy of manhood and its scars. Season 2 focuses on the theme of people of the lie, stripping away comforting myths one scar at a time.
Episodes
F.E.A.R Fuk Everyone & Run
The Damage Report: When Your Worst Nightmare is Just an AlibiYou think your anxiety is special? Try confessing that when your wife bleeds out on the living room floor, your first instinct isn't grief : it's rehearsing your alibi.In this raw installment of Damage Reports , the narrator drags an unfiltered Step 4 inventory into the harsh light of day, moving from the grandiose terror of the Alpine F
Don't Lock that Door : just yet
Locking the Door (or “Every Time I Leave”)A quiet, unsettling monologue about the obsessive checklist that haunts every departure — wallet, weapons, the partner’s mood, the fragile things left behind. What begins as a ritual of control unravels into something darker: the fear that leaving means failure, and that the real danger is never the world outside, but the self you’re trying to outrun.
Strategic Integrity
2 AM. A cold Wind off the Pacific, cutting over the Port Hills. The brain running audits on cold cases it can't close.Tonight's case file: "Strategic Integrity." The management phrase for sounding like a consultant while behaving like a street thief.This one's about upgrading the vocabulary instead of quitting the lie. Non-attachment instead of terror. Roster dating instead of insecurity. The perf
The Productivity of Cowardice
There's a list on the internet. Seventeen bullet points telling men what's wrong with them, seventeen more telling them how to fix it. A schedule. A budget. A worksheet.This episode takes that list apart.Not because the advice is wrong. The problem is treating the symptom like it's the disease. Organising the visible wreckage because the invisible stuff is too much to look at.Thirty-five years of
Safe Man? My Arse
Damage Reports — Spotify DescriptionDamage Reports is a recovery podcast for people who've had enough of the pink cloud. Hosted by a 35-year veteran of the rooms, it's the meeting after the meeting — the one where nobody's performing serenity, nobody's pretending the slogans work, and nobody's asking you to clap. Each episode is a short, flat, surgical monologue: a man who's been clean since 1991
The Courthouse Steps
February 1979. I was nineteen, sitting at a San Diego bus depot with dust on my boots and a heavy pack, when a charismatic recruiter named John bought me dinner. He promised a weekend in the snow with good food and attractive women. Instead, I got driven up a mountain to an isolated Moonie compound—trapped in a web of sleep deprivation, endless chanting, and aggressive love-bombing.I barely escape
The Game of Dicks
The Game of Dicks"Back in the 1990s, I was sent to a corporate training day. The topic? Communication. The lesson? One-upping destroys trust."Then the facilitator asked for an example.What followed was a story about four men on a building site, a smoke break, and a competition to prove who was most broken, most violent, most damaged.The game: my trauma beats your trauma.The prize: nothing.The cost
Truth ; Not Tyranny
"We were all waiting for the list.-- those elusive Epstein FilesThe one that would finally burn it all down. Epstein's little black book. The cosmic receipt of rich perverts.MAGA wanted Hillary's head on a spike. Liberals wanted Trump's mug on a pedo mugshot.Nobody gave a damn about the children. They just wanted enemies to crucify.Then Pam Bondi did her little dance. 'I have the goods,' she said.
DogShit
35 years clean. Doesn’t make you wise. Doesn’t make you safe. Just gives you three decades to study your damage from every possible angle. In a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, asked to share about why he doesn't do drugs, he skips the grateful platitudes and delivers a damage report—because sometimes the only honest answer to "why not fire?" is a full accounting of the burns. This isn't a story about
REVEALED: The $300,000 "Self-Loathing" Tax.
Most people think a "deal" is about the product. They’re wrong.In this report, I audit a transaction where the actual cost was 40 cents, the price was 30 dollars, and the secret ingredient was a "Hand on Heart" confession about a cheating wife.I didn't lie about being miserable. I just used my misery as a high-resolution distraction while I skinned mark alive.
Conventional Damage
What happens when the laugh you crave cuts someone else open? In Conventional Damage, the line between humour and harm collapses under the spotlight of one man’s story : a joke told at a national “safe space” convention that detonated far beyond a punchline. Through memory, conflict, and uncomfortable honesty, he unpacks the anatomy of that night: the thrill of the hit, the backlash, and the cold
NO - and a Fish Bin
Title: One Refusal and a Fish BinSubtitle: My Inventory: Finally.Description:"If he’d sold me the beer, none of this would have happened."That was the lie I told myself in the North Queensland heat, standing in the wreckage of my car while my infant son screamed from inside a plastic fish bin wedged in the footwell.In Season 1, this would have been a "Twisted Tale" about the ch
Intro to Season Three
Title: My Inventory: Finally.Subtitle: The Autopsy of the Auditor.Description:For two seasons, I gave you performance. I curated my wreckage into "Twisted Tales" and "Damage Reports," using my history of addiction, violence, and loss as a credential to buy your trust. I admitted my flaws just loudly enough to ensure no one could actually touch them.I was a Person of the Lie, an
...Doing you a Solid
She stripped, climbed into bed, lights on, and took him in—no games.He mistook it for love.Her ex on the couch, thin wall, first orgasm.Father’s wedding speech about marital chains.Mother’s boyfriend, years later: “I fucked her to do you a solid—show you what she really was.”Betrayal wasn’t accident. It was the family lesson plan.Doing You a Solid: the quiet curriculum that turns intimacy into con
"What the fuck does he mean by THAT?"
From the man who beat her unconscious came a card: “I love you.”He studied it like a bomb and asked, “What the fuck does that mean?”Ever since, love, praise, kindness—all trip the same silent alarm: threat detected, eject.Relationships end before they can hurt.Even his coach’s pride lands wrong.The body learned early: affection is prelude to violence.The fault is permanent. Damage reported.
White-Anting
Everyone knew the boss groomed and discarded women.When he started on my wife, I went nuclear: told HR my new desk gave me views of his dick in the toilets—then told him, in front of them, it wasn’t visible anyway.He crushed my career.I called it victory.Reality: white-anting. The quiet, corrosive sabotage a terrified man inflicts—first on his rival, then, inevitably, on himself.
Poison in a Glass
Men complain about sex like it’s weather.I served one the antidote he couldn’t swallow: a vivid script of his wife humiliating him with another man while he watched.He was disgusted. He was hard.Because the resentment isn’t about her—it’s the poison we pass between us.Small boys in men’s bodies, forever holding the needle.Damage Reports names the toxin most men pretend isn’t the
A Safe Man
You’re a safe man.”Those words became his license.He weaponised trust: lingering touches, calculated betrayal, public humiliation—all while playing the steady saviour in the rooms.Now another newcomer calls him the only sponsor who makes him feel safe.The cycle turns again.Damage Reports exposes the quiet predators who hide behind the word we trust most.No redemption. Just the wreckage.
The Brave Man : an Act
In recovery rooms, money looks like control—so you trade something else. Childhood trauma becomes currency: a pause after “step-dad,” eyes down on “night-time,” voice catching on “alone.” Once is vulnerability. Twice is instability. Not confession—calibration. Stand still by the coffee urn, reflective; people come, wanting to see themselves in your wound. She does. Calls him brave, writes the stor
Count the Damage
An old leather-bound ledger: 2,151 entries. Not addiction, not rebellion—obedience. Father’s curriculum: drink more, dominate more, fuck more. Mother’s footnote: women are cold, rejecting, prefer absence. The formula set early—masculinity as consumption plus domination, divided by her disappointed silence. Every encounter a chemical shout against the void she left and the cage he built: I am here.
Sold : Up the River
A man fresh out of prison justifies five years for beating the lover of his partner—“If I don’t do something, the boys’ll think I’m weak.” In the car after an NA meeting, the narrator challenges the cost of that instinct, but the lesson doesn’t land. Weeks later, reading about enslaved children sold away triggers a darker thought: if someone ever threatened to “sell” his own ten-year-old daughter,
Pricks with Bird Shit on Their Shoulders
From the trenches of the Somme to the wharves of union battles, contempt for “pricks with bird-shit on their shoulders” was the family heirloom—officers and bosses alike, wasting days or getting men killed. The narrator grows up believing this distrust is normal, a personality forged at the kitchen war table.Decades later, daylight-saving night shift: clocks jump forward, he heads home at honest k
Clinical Authority
1990s tropical therapy closet: a violent client justifies hitting his wife because she called him a faggot—the word “made” him do it. The therapist repeats the slur back, flat and clinical: “But you are a faggot.” The man freezes on the edge of violence but doesn’t strike—proof, the therapist once believed, that choice always existed. He packaged it as therapeutic victory for years.The real report
No Means No : Read my Lips
Mid-1990s. A Reclaim the Night march built on the sanctity of “No.” One woman says 'NO" clearly, repeatedly—eight times. The organiser overrides her, announces her name anyway, extracts a devastating story. The crowd applauds the “empowerment.” The only man in the room counts every refusal in real time and stays silent, protecting his fragile place in the space. He tells himself it’s resp
Introduction to Season Two
A tired voice in an empty room welcomes you to Season Two—no gimmicks, no uplift, just the stripped-bare truth.Last year’s clever spelling and “twisted tales” were just another dodge. This isn’t storytelling anymore. It’s inventory.What follows is a damage report: the cold list of what broke, when it broke, and how much of it I still carry like it’s useful. Inherited rage, toxic wiring, manhood bu
Soft Cocks and Therapy
Soft Cocks and Therapy: Twisted Tales"If abortion had been legal... I would have had one."Welcome to a raw, unforgettable episode of PHUCT FABLES: Twisted Tales. This story strips away the cute trauma narrative. It’s a brutal look at maternal rejection, misogyny, and the kind of pain that turns a man into a functional emotional assassin.Hear the true story of a 1960s NZ upbringing, the l
Hurt people? Hurt people
"When are you men ever going to stop beating us women?"In this brutal episode of PHUCT FABLES, we crash a 1991 rehab group therapy session where the narrative of victimhood meets the undeniable evidence of the scar.A woman’s bitter diatribe against "all men" is countered by a silent, shocking display: every man in the room reveals a physical wound inflicted and lasting scarred
Love You Mummy
After the Professional Hour? I Love You Too"Stop apologizing. Learn the difference between discomfort and danger."Welcome to PHUCT FABLES where the hour is professional, but the therapy is pure trauma.In this episode, we eavesdrop on a brutally cynical therapist whose coping mechanisms include sketching and chainsawing. His client? A man feeling "soft, like nacho cheese," despe
Pussy-whipped : By Empire
Pussy-Whipped by Empire"The approval you crave is the cage you built."This episode of PHUCT FABLES dives into the slowest, most corrosive violence: internalized colonial trauma.We explore the "mind job" that outlasts the land grabs—the psychic scar that teaches Indigenous peoples (specifically referencing Māori, Aboriginal Australian, and Native American experiences) to hate th
Sacred Damage : The Cost to Civilisation of Prophecy
Sacred Damage: The Cost of Prophecy"Hitler and Stalin were amateurs. Prophets built systems."This episode of PHUCT FABLES tackles the highest level of trauma: the kind written in sacred code.We ask: What if the deepest wounds in civilization didn't come from dictators, but from the prophets?Strip away the halos and examine the consequences of revelation—from the justification of slav
The Man-Shaped Ashtray
PHUCT FABLES: The Man-Shaped AshtrayTonight, the violence is internal. This is the horror of codependency, where a desperate search for connection becomes an act of self-harm.Host Steve tears open the ugliest truth about abandoning yourself for someone else and calling it love. He became her "man-shaped ashtray"—used, burned, and disposable—mistaking trespass for truth and cowardice for
I shot the Kunt
The jury bought the lie. The law set him free. But the truth of what happened that cold night in Hobart follows an older, darker code.In this Twisted Tale, we dive into a chilling confession: a man charged with an accidental killing recounts the real story—a brutal, inherited philosophy born in the trenches of the Somme. The narrator reveals the moment he felt his Grandfather’s curse flow through
The Loaded Tongue: Why Silence Is the Only Safe Share
Imagine a recovery meeting where they rewrite the opening script to be “trauma-informed.” A woman with missing teeth and good intentions reads the new line and says, “Wow, this is a bit of a mouthful.”The room freezes. Half the men hear an innocent idiom. The other half (me included) hear a blowjob joke from 1997.I mutter, “I’d give her a mouthful.” Someone laughs. Someone storms out. We pray anyw
Blood Semen and silence : The Liturgical Lie
WARNING: UNHOLY TRUTH. Meet Pope Leo XIV: smiling, sanctified rot wrapped in humble robes. This isn't renewal—it’s an open casket dressed in incense. We expose the "sacred decay" at the heart of the Neo-Roman Mausoleum.The doctrine is simple: Rape and slaughter are forgivable sins; private pleasure is cosmic heresy. Leo is the new spiritual asset manager, scrubbing reputations, laund
She's not lying : She protecting herself from your judgement
WARNING: NSFW. When a woman hides her sexual past, it's not deceit—it's survival. Society hands her a rap sheet the moment she spreads her legs for anyone but you. This sermon from the confessional booth reveals the cheat code: to get her truth, you must trade judgment for fetish.We track the escalation from a tame story to the director's cut: crying in the shower because pleasure felt
Taming the Shrew Swings Both Ways
WARNING: NSFW. I thought I won the lottery: a public queen, private skank, custom-built to stroke my ego. We made a joke of it—until I wore her out. She stopped playing the part, leaving me to face the bill: I was the real fuck-doll, dancing to a script I thought I wrote. This is a story of consumption, emotional failure, and the cruel comedy of a fantasy curdled. Click to hear the silence.
Punching the Stud = effective violence
A man’s enemies will be those of his own household." My wharfie dad lived by it. He taught me to punch walls (find the stud first) and how to never love again ("That awful feeling? Never feel that."). A raw eulogy to a man who saw women as disposable and violence as efficient. This episode unbuilds the lessons of a fist-happy life. DARK. BRUTAL. CLICK WITH CAUTION.
The High-Functioning Ogre
The High-Functioning Ogre: Addiction masked depression; sobriety built a beautiful prison. Step Zero reveals the monster running the show is competence. Therapy's useless—feelings are marketing budgets. Kill the part that needs peace. Bleed better.
The Brutal Meritocracy of Mating
Dating’s not broken—it’s a savage meritocracy. Women gatekeep, men evolve or die. My therapist says it’s toxic. You decide. #PhuctFables
Ai? Zombie Re-LOVE Reviver
AI resurrects dead relationships with “RE-LUV” — a satirical potion of Desperationium, Validatium, and Fuckitol. Black comedy on love’s electric delusion.
Useless as Tit's on a Bull
A Booze-soaked eulogy to a brutal wharfie dad: fists, blood, misogyny, and the lesson “never love again.”
Couples Counselling? Not a Fan
A TV therapy scene sparks a rant—then a confession. What starts as “Why do screenwriters hate therapists?” explodes into a raw, NSFW tale of swinger sites, Tinder takeovers, gagging blowjobs, and “reclaiming” sex with another man’s cum as lube. When the underpaid counsellor panics and the girlfriend storms out, the session—and the relationship—ends in one savage “Fuck this.” Dark, filthy, and brut
Promiscuity Vs Monogamy
A raw meditation on desire, damage, and the long hangover of running from yourself. One man traces the wreckage of sex without feeling, the quiet discipline of love that doesn’t save you, and the uneasy truce between freedom and fidelity. Equal parts confession and eulogy for his former self—this is what happens when the chase ends, and the ghosts stay.
Beware: Unhappy Women
Unhappy Women”[Sound cue: Flickering neon hum, soft rain on asphalt.]Welcome to Phuct Fables / Twisted Tales, Episode 8. I’m Steve C., slicing through life’s lies.Today’s fable? Unhappy Women. A raw tale of what not to do.[Sound cue: Knife chops vegetables, faint sniffle.]They passed through me like storms, each thinking she was the cure. Medicated. Furious. Fragile. All praying: Fix me by changin
Narcissism is NOT your problem
Dive into Phuct Fables / Twisted Tales with Steve C. as he dissects modern love’s delusions in this savage fairy tale, T'he Narcissist and You' Ever labeled an ex a ‘narcissist’ because they ghosted you? This episode rips apart the 2 a.m. psychology spirals, exposing why we pathologize indifference with brutal, deadpan truth. No monsters, no manipulators—just boredom. Join us for a raw aut
Burn $hit Down
Kapitalists Prophet: People suffer; shituation normal
Truth? Just another weapon
Tell the truth they say:? Sure; unless you wanna get laid, or land a job.The Truth will set you free they say: nah - the truth simply hurts."I'm being brutally honest they say". Nah - you're just being brutal
At least I'm not using
But Hey, At Least I’m Not UsingAddiction’s lies, stitched from scars—not a diary, but a fable of recovery’s hypocrisy. From childhood violations to motel-room shame, this is truth too raw for slogans. No miracles, just survival. Content Warning: Graphic themes—abuse, relapse, infidelity. Not for the faint-hearted.
Mother, Muse, or Monster: Jung’s Dark Mirror of Desire
Phuct Fables: Twisted Tales – Episode 4: Mother, Muse, or Monster: Jung’s Dark Mirror of DesireShe’s not who you think—the woman you chase, hate, or worship. She’s your anima, the shadow inside, twisting your mother-wounds and wet-dream fantasies into a lie you call love. Phuct Fables rips the mask off your desires, exposing the chaos of projection with no fairy tales, just scars. Strap in, misfit
A Soft Spot for Crazy
Men are fucking scum. Obviously." But what happens when the most damaging violence isn't from a man? This is an internal damage report on the specific, psychological warfare waged by some women. The love-bombing, the weaponized trauma, the smear campaigns with sparkle emojis. It’s a brutal dissection of the narcissist who isn't the man, and a confession of why we keep going back to the very people
The Dog that Snitched
What does God demand from the already damned? A miracle? Or the unflinching truth? Three men are stranded and given an impossible task: teach a dog to speak, or burn. It’s a test of faith without a prayer, a morality play where the final judgment doesn't come from the heavens, but from the mouth of a mutt. In the tradition of twisted fables, this is a story about the lies we tell to survive, and t
Sex as Prayer : not
Twisted Tales isn’t here to hold your hand or sell you hope—it’s a knife to the gut of polite lies. Episode 1, “When Fucking Replaces Faith,” is a raw monologue diving into the wreckage of sex as a substitute for spirituality, loneliness masquerading as lust, and the hollow ache of chasing meaning in all the wrong beds. Expect unfiltered, adult-only storytelling—think Charles Bukowski meets Chuck
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