Oh God What Now...?
I....
I can't read bondage. I can't.
I mean, yes, my eyes work just fine, and my reading level is appropriate, and my lexicon and brain gizmos can handle the finer workings of the language and the imagery, but...
I can't read it.
There are people who write great bondage fic. GREAT bondage fic. I like their styles, their nuances, their little tricks with words, and I like to read their stuff.
But I Can't. Read. BONDAGE.
I was trying to read some Skangel over in sandfordpolice by the lovely iamstillthemoon, and I got as far as Tina getting Nicholas into the basement, and then...I chickened out. I didn't want it. I mean, DOES NOT WANT! And not because it's written poorly, oh no, quite the opposite.
I'm just not quite right, I guess. I can't take it just yet.
Jesus, I think I need a counselor again...
I can't read bondage. I can't.
I mean, yes, my eyes work just fine, and my reading level is appropriate, and my lexicon and brain gizmos can handle the finer workings of the language and the imagery, but...
I can't read it.
There are people who write great bondage fic. GREAT bondage fic. I like their styles, their nuances, their little tricks with words, and I like to read their stuff.
But I Can't. Read. BONDAGE.
I was trying to read some Skangel over in sandfordpolice by the lovely iamstillthemoon, and I got as far as Tina getting Nicholas into the basement, and then...I chickened out. I didn't want it. I mean, DOES NOT WANT! And not because it's written poorly, oh no, quite the opposite.
I'm just not quite right, I guess. I can't take it just yet.
Jesus, I think I need a counselor again...