With my stuff, it's usually themes of sexual deviancy, different cultures and ethnic backgrounds, and the healing power of marijuana.
It seems like everything I write, be it with creatures from the past, humans of the present or faeries of the future, those themes are apparent.
I don't know write the things that I do. Maybe it has something to do with the books that I read as a child that I could possibly blame for my choice of topics. I can't do something that would be considered truly young adult literature (Twilight) because it doesn't come to my mind.
If Twilight was my story, it would have had brutal sex in the beginning, Bella cutting the top of her breasts as she allowed the Cullen clan to suckle. There would have been at least one case of a Cullen orgy, and all those people with lovers would have had fantastic scenes of love. The girl that had Edward kill her lover, would have had him head popped off and burnt while he was laying in their bed basking in the afterglow with a ancient bong.
See, that's a perfect example of me as a writer.
I'm watching a fabulous movie called After Fall, Winter. It was absolutely beautiful. It's such a beautiful movie. So very beautiful. Totally made me cry just now, and I'm not a sap
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