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[darchildre]

Today in What The Hell, How Is This My Brain, I Don't Even Know:

So, when I work on Sunday, it is a shelving day. That's pretty much all I do all day long - shelve books. It's cool though, because I like shelving to a certain degree and because I get to spend the time telling myself stories. These vary between things that I'd actually like to write down eventually and terribly indulgent mental fanfic. Sometimes, they continue for weeks and sometimes they're one-shots. I always enjoy them.

Today, I didn't have a continuing story I wanted to play with and had no new inspiration biting especially hard, so I did my normal thing and let my brain just sort of drift and shuffle through the pack of cards that is my favorite tropes and character types. And today, my brain settled on vaguely Innsmouth-inspired fish people. Cool, I thought. Fish people are great and I haven't done anything Lovecraftian for several months, since my brain stopped being All Re-Animator All the Time. And Innsmouth means that the fish people can be cultists, which is even better.

So I'm bopping along, thinking about fish people. And, since my stories are all about feeding into my personal story preferences, it eventually turned into creepy fish people romance. Because who doesn't want creepy fish people in love? Surely that has a universal appeal.

However, there comes a point when one realizes that one has been making up a story in which there are fish people performing eldritch rites naked in a river and eventually there is going to be fish people sex and one has spent the last few minutes considering the erotic possibilities of gill slits.* While shelving in the children's library.

At which point I started wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

Fortunately, fairly soon after that, I got to go home.







*I don't personally find gill slits to be particularly sexy but I imagine that fish people - and especially (as these were) the kind of latter-generation Innsmouth folk who sort of fetishize that which is more fishy than human - definitely would.

Comments

[sara]

Honestly, as one of those people who hauls her children to the library weekly?

I would find it very reassuring to know that the person doing the picture book shelving can only get through it by contemplating fish people sex (have you read whatsername's story about the Innsmouthies getting laid? I know she has had political problems and failed mightily on the internets since then since then but it's still a fun story, if also v. sad).

At least, I hope that is what the cute librarian is thinking about when she smiles knowingly at me. *cough*

[silveradept]

Oh, no, that's not wrong at all. If you really want a treat, ask what the children's librarian is thinking when they get into that kind of daydream and mood. You'll find a kindred spirit, I'm guessing, at the very least.

[darchildre]

It's more that...okay, this is going to sound crazy. But I have a recurring paranoid fear that other people can overhear my thoughts, right, and the problem isn't that those people can hear my secrets but that I am bothering them with my creepy mental porn.

And of course people can't actually hear what I'm thinking but the niggling fear persists and it bothers me more in some places than others.

[silveradept]

Oh, I get it. That said, I suspect most people would not, in fact, be bothered by mental porn being broadcast from somewhere else. Most people have a very vigorous and interesting sex life in their minds - I doubt they'd even notice if something else intruded. If it was good, they'd file it away. If not, they'd probably find a way to change the channel.