"Timor Mortis conturbat me"

--"The fear of death confounds me" This dread of the inevitability of our own singular personal terminations combined with the (fortunately-mostly-fantasized) willingness to inflict death upon innumerable strangers is a grotesque enough hallmark of conservativism as it has existed for as long as I've been alive in this ( Read more... )

It's hard to explain the existence of Willful Cognitive Dissonance - tho' Slacktivist has certainly tried hard enough over the years - and how someone can manage to simultaneously believe and not believe that their mostly-churchgoing neighbors are all just waiting for the signal to come from the Kremlin (or the Mothership, perhaps, or just the ( Read more... )

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Not only does Ariosto have one set of twins, brother and sister, who look so much alike that after the sister's hair is cut by a doctor following an injury, nobody can tell them apart, but--

Another pair of warriors, male and female - who have had some UST going on before this although they both have other love interests as well - are told out of ( Read more... )

I keep forgetting that this is National Poetry Month and so we're supposed to post poems (what, you need a special month for that?) and apparently in addition to being Earth Day and Shakespeare's birthday it was also decided to hold a Blogging Holiday, Blog Against Heteronormativity Day. Which poses a problem: I don't have a problem with Blogging ( Read more... )