what I sat down to write about many many hours earlier.

My christensencest was not much appreciated by the crowd at the little community of christensencesters. I think it was because I insisted on them feeling absolutely no guilt. That takes most of the cachet out of it, for most, I suppose. You're supposed to think it's wrong and filthy and do it anyway.
Is this a Catholic way of approaching sex? It's not Scandinavian, that's for certain. On the whole, all my time up north there, and also among the suomalainens of USA, was that sex was a normal and healthy thing, like eating and crapping. True, it's a bit of a stretch to have it be with a sibling, but thinking it's wicked? that, for me, is more of a stretch.

This might be my weakness as a pornographer. I continually insist on the characters being in love with one another, even if they are doing angry things. Of course brothers love each other! When there's angst in my fics, more sex is the easy solution. It's rarely a source of angst itself. Is this the healer in me?


Off to do some stereotypical nurturing crap now, like bake a cake.

Healers are only one percent of the world population, and none of them are the President. My instincts were right---I am alone.

Byyye