Major exams finished, and I promised myself I would write a happy-go-lucky post with lots of pictures of Neil Patrick Harris, claiming my vague theories about his character’s aromance (this won’t make much sense if you’ve not seen How I Met Your Mother) Yesterday night, my housemate laughed and laughed as she read out sections [...]
I was watching Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight, for the first time in over a year. It was a shocking realisation of how queer I’ve become. Before, I thought it was just a bad film, made fun by corsets. I was so shocked I actually asked my friends “Is it bad that I actually understand [...]
…save where some sepultured Caesura bled.”A letter to a living poet, Rupert Brooke So I found an ancient (given as a gift in 1944) copy of the complete works of Rupert Brooke in a charity shop for 50 pence. And oh my god. Because up until now, I’ve only read one poem of Brooke’s. I [...]
Note on the series: This started off as one post, but it’d be fiendishly long if I did that. I’m now considering doing it in three, this introduction and comparison to homosexual criticism, then a post linking to various worthwhile pieces of asexual criticism, then a conclusion on what asexual literary criticism might look like. [...]
So I try to say what I have to say, here. I confess to things even when I’m worried that some members of the asexual community may not approve. I try to create a voice for the renegade. However, today, I am about to cross the line. I am about to admit to the worst [...]
