Current addictions

So like, there will always be room in this blog for art featuring shirtless men with longish hair, especially if it looks campy as hell, just saying. Also if you look up "Dorian Gray" on Google Images with safe search off, you'll get gay porn! Really bad one, with guys with baseball caps who look really beefy. I don't like it. I'd tell you more but my mother might read this - hi mum! I have never touched straight porn in my life, ok? Ok, bye!

The Picture of Dorian Gray - Ok, this one is not a new addiction. I'm the person who has "Dorian" and "Sibyl" on her list of names for imaginary future children that will probably never exist (my lifestyle of choice does not pay vegetarian baby food). But to prepare my body for the uncensored new version, which I've only gotten around ordering now and which must have been stolen by the postal system, I've been re-reading and it's even better than I remembered. I will never not love this book. It has made such a big difference in my life and revisiting the characters always brings new things and feelings. (I could go on and on about this and Oscar Wilde. I've actually included Oscar Wilde's work in a therapy assignment about major life events and influences that have made me the person I am. If not for Oscar Wilde, I would be miserable, closeted, boring, and in Law school rather than Classics. Have I mentioned that I would be miserable? Because I would.)

The cover looks a bit like something about a girl who ends up in mental hospital in the 90s, which sucks.

Rough Honey by Melissa Stein - Alright, Melissa Stein kind of intimidates me, but she's one of my favourite living poets since I discovered her work a few weeks ago. I immediately ordered her book and I love it. It's not pretentious, it's insanely melodious and the words just roll so easily off your tongue.

Here, have a gratuitous painting of St. Sebastian. My facial expression is exactly that one whenever I get shot at with arrows, it's not like it's painful or something. Don't mind me, I'm just going to chill here with this arrow stuck on my arm.

Tender Pervert & Circus Maximus by Momus - Probably because of NaNoWriMo, because there's no better soundtrack when you're writing about Roman History, hagiography, and queerness. With lots of shirtless people thrown in for good measure. Circus Maximus sounds those really bad Christian pop songs, except it's good and not very Christian. I really recommend it if you're into sex and Catholic imagery (I'm not a Catholic, though, I'm just morbidly obsessed with pictures of young saints trespassed by arrows. Sebastian Flyte is my gpoy). The only song off this that I dislike is (surprisingly) Paper Wraps Rock. Tender Pervert is really melodious and sounds a bit like those tapes of nursery rhymes and children's songs I listened to as a child, except it's pretty sexual. It's also probably my favourite Momus album, and I don't care one bit what anyone might say.

I have this plate!

Moomins - As I've mentioned before, I've been spending a great deal of time sulking and reading children's books and eating chocolate. The Moomins series are some of my favourite children's books, so I've been spending a lot of time in Moominvalley. I will never not love them, they are absolutely genius.

Someone, somewhere has written fanfiction about this. I also want to point out that Desire is my favourite Sandman character, even though I identify the most with Delirium and I used to be obsessed with Death (well, not just in the Sandman series) when I was 15. Also, this is clear evidence that genderfucking is really, really hot and everyone loves it even when they only love it secretely.

Nighty Night by 8in8 - I found out about this through Neil Gaiman's tumblr (not featured in this list because my obsession with tumblr, Neil Gaiman, and Neil Gaiman's tumblr is nothing new). It's basically what happens when Ben Folds, Neil Gaiman, Damian Kulash, and Amanda Palmer decide to get together and make music. Neil Gaiman singing, guys. Neil Gaiman. I still want in on the whole Gaiman/Palmer marriage. We could have a big bed for three people and discuss relevant things like Mythology and Sex Pistols and sex. WE ARE MEANT TO BE~


Ok maybe not, but I can only hope to one day a) write as well as Neil Gaiman and b) be married to someone who has a mad musical skills like Amanda Palmer. IT'S ALL I WANT FROM LIFE, OK? OK.

I'm ridiculously attracted to this man. I blame it on when he played the MC in Cabaret, unfff.

This video. You can thank me later.

Can you tell it's 4 AM and some noise outside woke me up? Yep. Good nite, gentle readers, I bid you adieu! Parting is such sweet sorrow.