There's such a massive difference between what my Id wants to *read* and what it wants to *write*. As a reader? Telepathic sex, all the way. It was you who wrote Tintagel, wasn't it? I am all over that like white on rice, you have no idea. Actually, hang on, you did War Games, too! MY ID APPROVES OF YOUR APPROACH TO TELEPATHIC SEX.

As a writer, though? I'm all about the extremely angsty sex and religion meta-references, apparently. Oh the emotional traumas to which I have subjected innocent Pevensie siblings.

At least I got over the thing which I had when I *first* started writing fic, in which I was incapable of writing sex which wasn't physically painful for someone (not deliberate pain, more like incidental pain). That was weird.