So, I’m a model at the local art academy and last weekend I was modelling for the painting class
and there’s this guy in the painting class that I feel really attracted to. I don’t know why. He’s sexy. He’s seen me naked, so ?????
But on the way home, I kind of thought, “I would read fanfiction about that” - until I realized that wouldn’t be fanfiction. And then I figured a lot of fiction is, in a way, fanfiction about life. And now I feel like there’s this whole conceptual analysis to be made about fiction and fanfiction and life?
And all the while I keep thinking I just want to read fanfiction about this painter guy and like, I NEED IT.
I guess I know what to fantasies about when I’m trying to fall asleep ...









