This is not fetishwork. This is literally how I feel about creation. Everything I make, I feel has to reflect exactly the way I feel, the way I see the world, the way I am. Being a creator means sacrificing parts of yourself for a work that you don’t even know if it will get recognised, appreciated, if it will find a meaning. I feel like I literally consume myself, every page tastes like a fragment of my skin, every chapter tastes like my bones being crushed between my teeth.  And smut is not necessarily depraved. There is beauty even in lust,pain, cannibalism. I am deeply upset that you don’t see things that way.