On Our Backs, Winter 1988.

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On Our Backs, Winter 1988.
some asoue trading cards i found using the wayback machine on lemonysnicket.com :)
it is always narratively correct to make your characters sleep together before they sort through the hundreds of lies and misdirections between them. make things worse make things worse make things worse #i love betrayal #i love lying #i love people feeling bad about themselves
surgery is so intimate like what do you mean im gonna be naked and asleep on a table while surrounded by a group of people who are responsible for my very life. kind of sexual. i mean who said that
blood splattered surgical gloves are a sort of lingerie in a way
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
“if you love this character then you must make him happy in your fics, right?” wrong. the horror. suffering. internal hemorrhage. hospital. immediately
I do really love it when women write graphic and fucked up things. I feel like so often people react to fucked up fiction with “of course a disgusting man would write this 🙄” and it often carries an unspoken (honestly sometimes spoken) message of “a woman’s PURE and DELICATE and FEMININE mind could NEVER think of something this VILE”. Thank you women in fucked up fiction 🫡
shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy
antique collars + muzzles
(sources 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6)
Elisabeth Bennion, Antique Medical Instruments, 1979
reading rapeincestmurder yaoi as a twelve year old was really good for my development actually
Louise Bourgeois, What Is the Shape of This Problem?, New York: Galerie Lelong, 1999
Trans-Europ-Express (1966) | Dir. Alain Robbe-Grillet