as i’m thinking about writing fiction again, i’m noticing how…not implausible, but un-writeable, certain things feel.
things i’d very much like to see written (or have happen), but cannot possibly seem to construct myself.
namely, at the moment, an arcflux character synching up with another character, so that yeses and noes and desires largely match and mismatches are no big deal.
…when ya fluctuate between repulsion-how-did-i-ever and desire-how-did-i-ever-not, and the latter comes with wanting to be desired (but the former sometimes means feeling dysphoric about being desired)
i cannot even write fix-it fiction.
and i hate that.