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Share me a page of your short fiction nona. You do write don't you? At least a little bit? Every girl does
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>>43391626
I write epic poetry and erotica but I'm too embarassed to share any of it
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>>43392794
Pls pls pls
I wanna hear some of the poetry
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>>43391626
Poetry counts? My fiction is bad
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not sure if this counts >~<

She could be in an even tinier prison like chickens. She’d be so afraid and terrified of going back that she would have panic attacks and become addicted to the presence of safe people who make her forget about the bad things. I imagine more than anything else she would long every day to forget that the bee farm was ever there, and forget the period of her life there. Maybe she’d stunt herself and build an imaginary self out of the few things that weren’t broken and ruined in the bee farm, like a childish collage. She’d never reach the full mental capacity and cognitive flexibility she has the potential for because every high level, reflective thought must coexist with and factor in what happened at the bee farm, and on some level she just can’t accept that it happened. It is not okay that it happened, but she can’t change that, so she learns to avoid her mind moving in ways that remind her of the bee farm. Like some horrible singularity, she runs from what happened to her always there. She even runs from being an entire mind to escape it. She’s cut up into tiny fragments that dissonantly press against eachother, because her continuity of experience is broken every time the bee farm gets a little too close in her head. She will never feel entirely safe again. The thing she can’t cope with is knowing that things like the bee farm are always really, genuinely possible. That there is no guarantee that her world won’t, once again, be plummeted into a miserable, horrible nightmare, subject to malicious forces so alien that they could not tell the difference between her pain and joy even if they wished. For most, it is just a thought experiment, but she will always remember that it is really truly possible. It will never leave her alone. She will never be able to get away from it. (1/2)
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>>43392898
Maybe she will seek help from a professional. But it is very impersonal. Her problem is not really anything specific to her or the way she thinks. For a bee, she is quite rational. The problem for her is the bee farm. That the bee farm could have existed or that she could have experienced it is the problem. And the professional can’t fix that. The professional obviously can’t contest that the bee farm is horrible. The bee farm is reasonable to be afraid of. Not just that, but the bee farm having been is a depressing, horrible thing that makes her stomach sink every time she is reminded of it. Sometimes she’s just too tired to panic so she just sinks. The professional’s job is to solve the problem. But they can’t deny that somewhere, probably not too far away at all, in the world, someone is in a bee farm. Is it wrong to be terrified and mortified in that condition? So you could say that it does no good for her or for other victims to feel that way. But if all goodness is tempered by the not so unusual bee farms, which she experienced as an impossible horror, how can you really expect her to just overlook it? The professionals take money from her to turn the violence and brutality of the bee farms as an ongoing social process into a defect about her, and a problem she has to solve. One that she has to take responsibility for. It is frankly disgusting! (2/2)

I also write a lot on AO3 but it's all deplorable diaper yuri and I write nonfiction on my gay stupid neocities...
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>>43392920
>all deplorable diaper yuri
Handle?
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>>43391626
I saw a dog trapped in a maytree,
Trying desperately to get free.
When it pulled away it choked itself,
And thorns bit when it released.
So i stuck my arms around the trunk, and began working at the leash.
While tooth and needle worked on my flesh,
I did not choose retreat,
Because i saw a dog trapped in a maytree,
Trying desperately to get free.
>Extended metaphor where i call my ex a bitch and show off my savoir complex while trying to hide thats what im doing by making it a straight forward moral parable
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>>43392943
fweflwef I dont write as much as Id want to though... I have been trying to spend morre time on living out things rather than fantasizing about them
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>>43391626
I wrote this a while ago for a ten minute play festival and it was pretty good I think.

rentry.co/witches_seek_power
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>>43392978
Thanks, I'll check it out when I need my fix
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>>43391626
“Wheee!”
“What?"
“If I inhaled helium, my voice would get higher. But if I inhaled more than that, I’d float off into space and make that sound. Voluntarily; I’d be having fun.”
“Having fun suffocating from the lack of oxygen? Sound can only travel through matter; not empty space. Scientifically, this topic of discussion does not matter.”
“I’d be having fun being free from the suffocating logistics that you bring to the conversation. And I think you’re the one with the empty space in your head.”
“What will you do when the world runs out of Helium?”
“Give kids floppy balloons at birthday parties.”
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>>43393004
If you have any favorite diaper yuri authors Id be curious cause I love that kind of stuff myself >~<
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I didnt think yalld all me sickos......



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