Aw shite

[bending_sickle]

My laptop won´t open my floppy. This computer won´t open my floppy. My laptop can´t connect to the wireless internet.

This is frustrating.

I´m going to tinker a bit, because I have a lot of stuff on disc that I wanted to post.

Thanks girls for the comments.

And yes, I´ll post the pancake recipie (just as soon as I get it back, because I didn´t bring my recipie book and mom remembers it as, "a little bit o´ this and then a little bit o´that".)

...aaaarg.


And about the incest fic wank:

I like incest fics. Mainly because of the angst and wtf factor, and also because the only incest fics I´ve read were Fred/George (Weasely) and the so-called "CSI" (crazy space incest) of Simon and River Tam (Firefly).

And the fics tend to be pretty, damn it. Not just hot, but pretty. Because I live off of angst. (I read slash, for fuck´s sake, noncanon.) And no, I´m not into real-life incest.



dispassion:
I find incest hot. I have two brothers and a sister. Never have I imagined anything sexual concerning them. The thought of doing anything like that with them grosses me out. I do not sleep in the same bed as they do.

In case you don't get it yet:

Fiction =/= Reality

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Most people don't write incest for the fluffbunnies. Seriously, most incest is not about expressing sibling love. Most incest authors understand that sex isn't required to express "I love you as a sister" or "I love you as a mom" or "I love you as a cousin." We get that, and so your logic there falls through.

I know I, personally, like incest for the fuckup factor. I like twisted relationships. To carry the logic you applied in your original post, this means that either I have never been in a relationship (not true) or that I am a masochist and enjoy being in fucked up relationships (also not true).

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My tastes in fiction =/= my tastes in reality. What part of this are you missing?

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But what I like in my fiction is not what I like in reality.

In reality I like to coddled and petted and made to feel special. I do not have any romantic feelings for my siblings.

In fiction I like to read fucked-up things about masochists, love-hate relationships, and incest.

There is a barrier between the two.


powercorrupts: People do not read something merely because they fantasize about it.

There's this thing called literature, where you read for the value of learning or experiencing something that you otherwise would not. It opens your eyes to a different experience, or from a different point of view.

ascadulineadept: h, here we have it. Reading incest for the interesting psychological twists means I'm single or masochistic. The story of Oedipus, for instance, has no redeeming value to the casual reader, only to messed up fanbrats like myself.

Romeo and Juliet? For melodramatic, suicidal nutcases who can't deal with reality.

Othello? For murderous black men and/or scheming, vengeful psychopaths.

Alice in Wonderland? Only drug addicts like that book.

Fairy tales? Obviously the work of deranged psychotics who have no concept of reality, and read only by the clinically insane.

And don't even get me started on Psychology majors. Those sick, sick bastards.