London is burning, and I bet some of you expect me to pervert reality and write about what happens to a young looter when she gets home, and her father confronts her about having seen her on the BBC.
Yeah, not so much. My mind did go there, but I have to say, I can’t bring myself to write about it. There are some things you can’t stop thinking about, but can’t actually bring yourself to pervert.
This. I wondered whether to allude to it on my blog, but I couldn’t bring myself to make a passing reference – it deserves more depth and nuance than that – and my spanking blog is not the place for that discussion.
*hugs*