Ugh, I hate when that happens! At first you are so excited that someone as added to your story and then you are vexed after you read it and think it is terrible.
Hey, this is Confession, you're not a priest, don't judge, ok? EDIT: (And if you are a priest, what are you doing on this site?)
Yes, there is, I know several redheads IRL and all of them, men and women both, are sick to death of being fetishized. EDIT: Except one, and she's not a natural red...
Lol, I was going to write "how do you know I am not a priest", but by the time the "post reply" loaded you had edited your comment. Seriously, I wasn't judging your post or you. I am dyslectic and am terrible at proofreading. It greatly bothers me that my horrific spelling and grammar would effect someone's enjoyment of my writing. So, it was about judging myself not you.
Oh, I misinterpreted, sorry. But if it bothers you that much, just get Grammarly, I'm probably about as bad but I use that program religiously to mask it... Huh... New Item: * I can't actually spell or punctuate worth shit, my perceived quality is 25% inspiration, 75% using Grammarly.
Thank you. I actually downloaded grammarly a few days ago and it really doesn't catch the mistakes I make. To give one example from a comment I recently posted, I wrote: "To things. First,. . . I am a bit dyslectic and though I greatly enough the creative aspects of writing" Grammarly did catch the "to" should have been "two" and that "enough" makes no sense; I meant to write "enjoy." What scares me is that I proofread that post three times.
It comes with the territory. And honestly? Just my POV? Being fetishized beats "Gingers have no souls!" any day of the week. But I'm not complaining about including redheads. I almost always do, too.
I have three flavors of redhead friends on that score: Type 1: Will kick the offending individual's ass as a reminder that having no soul doesn't mean you don't have a body or emotions. (2 friends.) Type 2: Will cry and run back to their friends, including myself, who will then find the offending individual and kick his ass for them. (3.5 Freinds, the point five is because one of them would just cry more if we got violent over it and we know that.) Type 3: The last type will taunt them back saying something like "Your soul measuring equipment is faulty, or you would have realized that ONLY gingers actually have souls. Do you know how you can tell? Only redheads can do magic." (1 Freind, coincidentally the one who's not a natural red...)
So are any other hair color. It's not a fetish, it's a preference. Also, people only say the "no souls" thing because it bothers them ♂️
When I started writing, I deliberately chose a site (CHYOA) with hard rules on what is not allowed in order to check myself - knowing I'd go overboard otherwise. I fantasize about being 'recognized', after I plan to publish my current story. I've given a couple IRL friends, and my (then girlfriend, now) wife, the location of my stories, which generally feature some crazy shit. I've experimented with the CHYOA style a little, but most of my stuff is quite linear.
I like to blink a couple of times, stare blankly, then sing the blandest version of Joy to the World I possibly can: (Start at 1:27 -- this won't let you embed start times, apparently.) Then stare for a long moment, and say "...oh my God you're right."
I've accidentally copy-pasted a link to CHYOA when meaning to link a friend to something completely SFW. Really want to start a "Bad Sex" story about awful encounters, desperate people, and terrible sex that just gets weirder and worse as the chapters go deeper, but I keep holding off on it. I keep the spreadsheet for Lois Lane's Night Out open in Chrome all the time. The only one that cares about the numbers is me. Have sometimes cannibalized other chapters when trying to keep things consistent, like Kryptonite-powered breast expansion. Once wrote a Jabberwocky slashfic.
.... She said she's fertile. How do you keep her from getting knocked up? Just pull out -- it'll be fine! Saran wrap! Pour a can of Coca Cola in her cooch -- that's a spermicide! The internet said so! Firmly tie dental floss around your dick just below the head. Slip a zip-lock sandwich bag into her vag before you start. Stand up during sex. You can't get pregnant when you're standing up because the sperm will flow down and not up. That's science! ...you put this in my brain, Zeebop. You put this in my brain.
