I’m going to assume I’ve been sent this by someone at a moral crossroads. The way that I engaged with rpf was a slow process. I lurked around for months before even thinking I’d write! I see it like this: I’ve engaged with rpf my entire life. I grew up with folktales and stories about people written by people who came generations after them. For me to feel weird writing rpf of the nature that I’m writing and turn around and belong to a culture that thrives on competing accounts of What Really Happened would feel inconsistent. Especially because the only thing really setting the two apart is a) explicit queerness and b) nsfw themes. Both these elements are not inherently wrong (nsfw themes only not wrong if handled with the right knowledge and sensitivity (like tagging my shit!)).

My writing also hinges on the ‘fiction’ element of real person fiction. I’ve loved fan made content my whole life and, to me, it felt like a natural progression to write about something I’m interested in. To be honest, I only arrived to this point by listening to the way I feel. Drawing boundaries around the content you want to interact with is important and weird to you may not be weird to me. All that to say that writing rpf has been a matter of personal experience, and therefore all feelings of weirdness are out the bunny door.