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i just got a slightly incoherent comment berating me for rating Fit For Pearls f/f and not calling it gen, but like, my guy, if you were looking for a gen fic you’d be disappointed with this too. It’s a slowburn but it’s uhh not gen. i guess this only applies if you read to the end! but given this commenter’s evident reading comprehension issues, given all the tags and author’s notes and whatnot on that fic right at the beginning, i don’t think changing the tags would help. there’s nothing wrong with the tags on that fic. it’s not the story you wanted it to be but it’s clearly fucking labeled. it’s probably no consolation that i was also hoping for a different story than it wound up being. but there’s really no way to get past all the tags and author’s notes and the fucking wordcount of this fic and still honestly be surprised by what you find there, so I have absolutely no sympathy for the small handful now of entitled commenters who are mad that it’s not a different story than it is.

I also wanted it to be a lot shorter and more direct and just a simple f/f story, but the draft I wrote that was just that sucked out loud, so I don’t really have any regrets.

Also, it’s not hard to peer through the bad faith bit of these comments and notice the screaming biphobia. Sorry, I do feel there’s pretty good textual evidence in the books anyway for Ciri being bi and that’s a thing I, also a bi, wanted to explore, so I’ve tagged for that and if it upsets you, you can fuck right along and read something with less bi cooties I guess. I never got my cootie shot and it’s too late for me. Save yourselves.

Hilariously, the very first shitty comment I got on FFP when I started publishing it was a pair of bad-faith jerks who wanted me to reassure them that I wasn’t going to overlook Ciri’s “canon relationships with men” or somesuch phrasing, all of which in the books are hilariously noncon and gross, so if my spite meter were better-calibrated I would have made the story purely f/f. But unfortunately I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my bi little soul, and I’m not saying it’s anything deep. (But I was struck by book!Ciri’s wild curiosity-mixed-with-revulsion about sex with men, which like, I also was a bi who had my first sexual relationship with another girl and thought it was great but also was like But What Is In His Pants Tho, Is It Gross Or Do I Want To Touch It I Really Don’t Know, so I super related to that and wanted to explore it.) And beyond that, for fic purposes, I have the same disappointing-to-some tendency very common in fandom where I see a vaguely man-shaped blorbo and want to chew him and shake him like a dog toy, so i’ve indulged myself in that here and that’s just what it is.

Anyway. I’m not like, apologizing or whatever, I just am venting because I’m stuck on a train and have nothing better to do. (Your picture was not posted)