self-inflicted

[fahye]

I always forget how completely incapable I am of writing anything much stronger than kissing until I try it and end up sullenly pouring red wine down my throat and prodding my keyboard with a maudlin expression in the hope that, I don't know, the porn fairy will appear and take pity on my liver.

Seriously, you guys, my firstborn for the ability to spin straw into porn.

Why do I convince myself that This Time I Will Manage It? Why do I sign up to do collabs with filthy-minded* people? These are the questions I ask myself.

(UM, ILU LIZARD <33 DON'T KILL ME. MUCH.)


*Let's be honest here, my mind is as filthy as that of the next person who has been in fandom for seven years, I am just in possession of far too many mind-to-fingers filters.

Comments

[ronsard.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean. It's like you have these images in your head and while they're there it's all, "Fuck yeah, that's hot!" but then you try to write it down and end up finding it sounding really weird in words. Sometimes I rephrase some pornish thing dozens of times before finally giving up because my writing is fail at conveying sexiness.