it's astonishing to me that so many people apparently read romance with the object of self-inserting. i, at best, read from the cuck chair, and more often, from the anthropologist's lab...
This won’t stay off my timeline so fine I’ll give a take. The subliminal want here is the ability to socialize with zero emotional risk. It’s a cozy fantasy, but if you want real relationships there’s always risk- of embarrassing yourself, or being left out, or hearing a no no word. Besides the fact that these queer cafes/bookstores exist in droves, terminally online smol bean people don’t experience them because they can’t tolerate anything but a safe space socially padded cell environment. You just gotta go out.