-screaming at your tags- right?! Like whys there gotta be so much mental/verbal prep? Why do clothes have to be in the way? What are limbs and why won't they go where we need them to? Do I really have to explain how you're presently contorted just do the do!
It’s like a curse, I swear (don’t even talk to me about limb arrangements, especially if there are more than two characters involved.)
I mean, I’m not going to point fingers
Jason, but there is a time and a place for these characters to have their emotional crises that require elaborate backstory explanation and it is not when I am trying to write porn, okay? But any time sex is on the table, all of a sudden they just want to talk talk talk. Then it’s 8000 words later and I am screaming.
(And speaking of on the table, why won’t they actually just get on the damn table? Why must the journey to the nearest horizontal surface be that of a 1000 miles? Please, I am b e g g i n g you guys. Just fuck.)