With my degree currently on hold thanks to the plague of 2020, I’m back to my first love: the internet, where artificial confidence goes as far as you can type. So far my only real post on here was a while back after seeing UNDERWATER (yeah, anyone remember that) and just *having* to be the person to bust in with a film theory, about the monsters being bullshit. Still think I’m right, by the way.
But admittedly, just in front of Pokemon, Animal Crossing and Netflix’s YOU… my second love is reading, and not just reading: erotica. I find myself whisked away by a powerful passage about two long-lost loves intertwining or a chance encounter with perfect strangers in a hotel room. I’ve written a bit here and there but God knows I’ll never share that in my social group of Tinder addicts and Tik Tok bitches…. sorry social group, but you basic. You wouldn’t understand the subtlety of lust if it slid into your Dm.
On that note, While they spend their time getting hit up in their DM’s, I like to hide away in my room and channel up the literoticas of the world…. to escape.