Do you think this has an effect on what you write yourself and how hard you try to make sure things are 'right'?
Well I'm really meticulous with research. I make sure that factual stuff is correct. I even like to do background research that I might not actually use for a story, but like to know anyway.
Now you know I'm going to have to ask... ;)
You mean I've managed to avoid telling you thus far :-) It's a fairly odd one and one that no one would warn for (yet one that, surprising when I do mention it quite a few people say 'me too'). It's sex and food in the same scene. Romantic dinner is super, partner feeding (as long as it's from fork or fingers if finger food into mouth at a table) is nice, but when they take food into the bedroom and it becomes part of the sex act, smearing jam on the other's body and licking it off, etc. etc. etc. that's it, I'm gone. It makes me feel so sick that I simply cannot go on reading, even when the story is by my favourite author (which has happened once) and even if I'm loving the story. I just can't go on as I'd spend the whole time worrying that it'd occur again. So there you go. Told you it was odd.
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Date: 2005-07-10 10:24 am (UTC)Well I'm really meticulous with research. I make sure that factual stuff is correct. I even like to do background research that I might not actually use for a story, but like to know anyway.
Now you know I'm going to have to ask... ;)
You mean I've managed to avoid telling you thus far :-) It's a fairly odd one and one that no one would warn for (yet one that, surprising when I do mention it quite a few people say 'me too'). It's sex and food in the same scene. Romantic dinner is super, partner feeding (as long as it's from fork or fingers if finger food into mouth at a table) is nice, but when they take food into the bedroom and it becomes part of the sex act, smearing jam on the other's body and licking it off, etc. etc. etc. that's it, I'm gone. It makes me feel so sick that I simply cannot go on reading, even when the story is by my favourite author (which has happened once) and even if I'm loving the story. I just can't go on as I'd spend the whole time worrying that it'd occur again. So there you go. Told you it was odd.