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Okay, so, many authors who write under the umbrella of a genre regarded as darker, more mature or psychological tend to bring in some form of rape, SA, etc. To me, it seems like the genre is used as guise to draw, visualize, and to an extent, satisfy some sort of abuse and rape fetish, cause why do we need a whole ass chapter of depicted SA with all the bodily fluids, panting, blushing, etc.?
Also, and this is my main point, it's *lazy* writing with no creativity whatsoever. What do you mean, the only shit thing that happens in life is rape? What do you mean, dark, twisted and psychological means fucking up some twink and his asshole? There are so many forms of abuse, some very subtle, others have nothing to do with sex or sexuality, or aren't as overt, so why only depict rape? Life throws so many stones at ya, you could depict so many things. But it's always rape. BL is super rapey. It's no different than regular ass porn on porn hub.
Also, and this is my main point, it's *lazy* writing with no creativity whatsoever. What do you mean, the only shit thing that happens in life is rape? What do you mean, dark, twisted and psychological means fucking up some twink and his asshole? There are so many forms of abuse, some very subtle, others have nothing to do with sex or sexuality, or aren't as overt, so why only depict rape? Life throws so many stones at ya, you could depict so many things. But it's always rape. BL is super rapey. It's no different than regular ass porn on porn hub.
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Okay, so imagine a storyline, setting and plot similar to or inspired by Peaky Blinders, but in BL. Thomas Shelby-like character. Tragic love amidst a post-war criminal underground... THAT WOULD BE ABSOLUTE CINEMA IN THE REALM OF BL. I need this. I crave this. I want this.
about question
Jokes and memes aside, do some or even most of you feel addicted to BL? (It can be applied to any romance genre, with smut btw.)
Does it impact your daily life?
Do you feel like you can't stop reading even if you want to stop, or sometimes read and escape into BL even if you just want to take a break, to do something else, or to sleep?
Is it a coping mechanism for you?
Do you find yourself scrolling and scrolling to find the next dopamine fix, the next story that hits the spot, the next BL that fills the void? But it's somehow never enough? Fear of missing out, you gotta read it all, consume it all?
Do you feel empty after many sleepless nights of reading, to an extent, the same shit, different packages?
Where does appreciation for love, story telling and art start, where does it end and turn into mindless consumption, gooning, escapism from a life you have no control over, and you just let it happen to you like a passive bystander too addicted to care about real problems, relationships, and circumstances?
Does it impact your daily life?
Do you feel like you can't stop reading even if you want to stop, or sometimes read and escape into BL even if you just want to take a break, to do something else, or to sleep?
Is it a coping mechanism for you?
Do you find yourself scrolling and scrolling to find the next dopamine fix, the next story that hits the spot, the next BL that fills the void? But it's somehow never enough? Fear of missing out, you gotta read it all, consume it all?
Do you feel empty after many sleepless nights of reading, to an extent, the same shit, different packages?
Where does appreciation for love, story telling and art start, where does it end and turn into mindless consumption, gooning, escapism from a life you have no control over, and you just let it happen to you like a passive bystander too addicted to care about real problems, relationships, and circumstances?