| except that Nightlight is not actively questioning any "pro-c heavy petting session;" he's just dumping shit on any and every suggestion that something real, benign or not, might be at work here that extends beyond one's own subjective experience, be it a BL's sheer utopian fantasy, or the sheer grumpy, tired, benighted, and far less thoughtful pessimism of the likes of Nightlight and Tyred. |