If any people wrongly believe I stole someone elseās story, this right here proves my innocence all along. I need to get on my desk to compile specific parts in the Version History, but due to family stuff, I have no way of accessing it, so the Emboss feature will have to do.
And Iāve never denied reading that personās storyāI only denied copying them.
Like, no fucking shit Iāve read it. I read everything the people I call Friend write. The people I had around me are very talented and Iām very supportive of them. So yeah, no fucking shit I read it. š„²
Quite frankly, Iād need a dictionary to understand most of the words they use when writing. A lot of times I dig up my dictionary to understand whatās going on because I get to experience new words Iāve never seen before. š
But thatās normal for purple prose writers. Sometimes I feel undereducated to read what they, writers with this style, write.
Like, I spent many hours trying to get my sexual fantasy in my head right in the writing and I think I managed to well enough. A nice chunk was written while I was sleep deprived after a last minute rescue mission of my mother, hence why itās so messy anyway. I wanted to continue it and write more raunchy sex that Iāve envisioned with this character, but I wanted to keep it short and sweet since the fantasy mostly ends around there.
I also have never lied about my kinks, nor have explicitly stated every single one because I know people ridicule others about kinks. The breeding fetish and pregnancy fetish has been pretty strong in a number of my writing, so why wouldnāt I add that?
I gotta sneak it in there somehow. š
I also have other kinks featured that Iād rather not be vulnerable about. The bondage and domination kink is present, though, and Iāll be open about it since itās so common anyway. Getting tied up and dominated is hot, really hot.
I can spend all day explaining every decision behind my wonderful mind and the choices when writing this bad boy, but people have this weird thing where somehow doing that makes you look guilty. Itās weird af. Why wouldnāt people want to understand the logic behind things?
I also donāt like how people insist the other personās story was on my mind when when I wrote this, I was dealing with some heavy family drama, so why the heck would I be thinking about something I havenāt laid eyes on in quite a while? I was anxious as fuck for my motherās safetyānot something I havenāt seen in a while.
After all of this, the circle of people I see as safe people has drastically shrunk to a literal handful.
People who I thought I could trust turned on me. Itās disheartening. I wish to move on now that this should clear my name.
As I said before, I donāt want to speak to that person ever again. Not after the callous things said in a post that was brought to my attention. I nearly handed over my porn file to prove my kinks are what I said, but itās too fuckinā big and I need to declutter it of stuff Iām no longer into. And I donāt even trust to be vulnerable around certain people anymore.
Why give people who have a problem with me free fuel to disseminate? Iām over the whole witch hunting culture that dominates online spaces now. Itās so toxic and I donāt even come near it anymore for a reason.
Itās all so pointless when we got real issues in person to deal with. So many other, more important things.
But yeah, here is the thing proving I authored this thing myself.
As you can see, I pause a lot since I do a lot of my writing on the clock, as one should. š I also write in short bursts since thatās when I get moments where I can freely write. Heck, I write slower than a grandma going 30 on a 55. š
I do not have the energy to write like I used to, which Iām still struggling with.
But yeah, here it is. Bleh.
And donāt let me forget!
I never specified how she got him down there, nor did I specify what architecture style of her house is. I didnāt care to, as I thought itād be fun to imagine different scenarios. My text also never says she dragged him down on the mattress, so thatās just straight up connecting a false dot to further cement a belief held without evidence. Coincidences happen and sometimes ideas repeat, too. š
If this sounds like gaslighting to whoever sees this, itās a you problem and not mine. I am doing how Iāve always done.
Explain. Itās how I function. Iāve always been an explainer. Iāll even over-explain to make sure my point is clear, a lot of times to the point that it irritates other people, but it gives me peace of mind after people not understanding what I say my entire fucking life. š
And have I handled things messily? Yeah, but it is what it is, and Iāll always defend my character when itās questioned. I spent my entire childhood enduring my abusers speaking falsities about me, so my damn bad that Iāll actually stand up and defend myself.
Did I say some mean things?
Yeah, but the past is the past and Iām sorry for being a bitch.
And this is the only apology that individual will get.
Iām sorry my sexual fantasy just so happened to be similar to something you, yes you, wrote a few years ago. As I have said before, itās a unfortunate coincidence. I need to search up words you use, so thereās literally zero point to ever copy and ārewriteā your sentences when it takes me longer to read it because Iām searching words. š«
Your writing is beautiful, truly, but I feel stupid reading it sometimes and thatās just a me issue and needing to gain a bigger vocabulary and better use my Thesaurus that collects dust.
Iām also from the South. Reader is Southern sounding because thatās how I talk when Iām not, horribly, suppressing my accent. Itās all choppy because I was going from one crazy silly horny thought to the next and trying to show how nutty my inner thoughts can be. š
None of that was edited so we can see how unhinged I am about that character.
My thoughts are a busy Highway. Thereās a lot going on in there. š„²
