One night I found myself wondering what people thought my writing said about me. I started to wonder what people assumed I was like after reading my writing. If I could be psychic for a day, then I would use my psychic powers to go into each of my reader’s brain and see the kind of pictures of myself that exist within. Then I would probably cry because I’m sure you all assume the worst for me.
Of course, relate this thought to my furry fiction, and I start to wonder how I present myself sexually. I started to ask if it was possible to guess a person’s positional preference based on their writing. A.k.a does a bottom write differently then a top? Then a versatile?
Evidently this piece was made to experiment once again with themes of changing perspectives. Where more often I’ve been tempted to travel between mental-scape and real-scape, this time I wanted to look more at varying perspectives within individuals as well.
In this story, I think reflectively my most important part was trying to find the perfect time to switch perspective. I think I chose it well, but really it’s not up to me to decide how successful my experiments are. Either it’s up to you, or later me who goes back over these experiments sometime in the future and says, “what the hell is this crap past BeaverReturn?” Which will be good because being able to hate my past writing in my mind is an example of progress.
Procrastination is also an important message in this story, can you guess why?
Anyways, rate, comment, favourite, watch, send cookies, love your mother (platonically preferably), and clean your room! Just do whatever you can to show me some love, you know it puts a smile on my face.