“Before Little was Snowball, a teddy bear hamster with a cunty personality, who, after escaping his shitty but aesthetically pleasing hamster habitat six times - being fucked with by the cat each and every time – had a Rumspringa in which he found himself in Birthday’s jaws for the last time.”
Also I stopped in the middle of reading to water my suffering, SCREAMING plants.
Also, also very excited for the Libertine because as you know I like to write and read dirty books.
Another great read, Love this part, it explains why we all write fiction as an way to get to the truth unfettered 'I am working on a book called The Libertine, a sort of autofiction I-don’t-fucking-know hybrid something-or-other, a memoir of sex. It’s been hard to write. It’s like – do I really want to put that out there? Do I sound like I’m bragging? Trying to be super cool? Or, like a victim, as I discuss various wrongs done to my heart? Am I whining? Am I an edgelord? What? So, I popped it all into the third person, featuring a protagonist known only as The Libertine, and now she is me and not-me, and I am truly liberated!'
Haha(ed) out loud to this:
“Before Little was Snowball, a teddy bear hamster with a cunty personality, who, after escaping his shitty but aesthetically pleasing hamster habitat six times - being fucked with by the cat each and every time – had a Rumspringa in which he found himself in Birthday’s jaws for the last time.”
Also I stopped in the middle of reading to water my suffering, SCREAMING plants.
Also, also very excited for the Libertine because as you know I like to write and read dirty books.
Omg THANK YOU FOR THIS! And for being inspo + reader of for + of dirty book writing!
❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜💖💖💖
Another great read, Love this part, it explains why we all write fiction as an way to get to the truth unfettered 'I am working on a book called The Libertine, a sort of autofiction I-don’t-fucking-know hybrid something-or-other, a memoir of sex. It’s been hard to write. It’s like – do I really want to put that out there? Do I sound like I’m bragging? Trying to be super cool? Or, like a victim, as I discuss various wrongs done to my heart? Am I whining? Am I an edgelord? What? So, I popped it all into the third person, featuring a protagonist known only as The Libertine, and now she is me and not-me, and I am truly liberated!'