Because bronxelf_ag001 is far more eloquent than I: Writing about a thing (especially writing about a fictional account of a thing, using fictional people, in fictional situations) is not a crime. It is NOT THE EQUIVALENT OF ONE, either. Writing about incest Harry Potter fic where all the Weasleys are having mad naked donkey sex with a hoover and a bag of Mrs. Botts Everyflavour Beans *doesn’t make you a pedophile*. It makes you a very silly person, but it doesn’t make you a pedophile. I don’t give a rat’s ass HOW sick you think it is. If you think…
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Originally published at Jen’s Corner. You can comment here or there. But you can rollerskate in my garage now! If I had rollerskates, of course. Here’s an “after” picture: Half of that stuff on the left is for the theoretical garage sale we’ll have after we get through at least some of the junk room. Hopefully. More pictures on how we spent a four-day Memorial day weekend after the cut!