I’m finally spinning up to speed again (I’m also parallel writing a fanfic which is a technical exercise on re-using story elements, stacked differently, a sort of Cloud Atlas-style porny ice cream sandwich, which I’m enjoying. And it, too, is problematic, but hey, disabled people have sex lives and representation matters.)
Sixers who ‘live original’ have conversations once — and then stop. Sixers who’ve been hanging around human beings tell the same stories over and over again. and…. I just wrote another 500 words. Inbound, mOm. Nereus gets some help….
