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Moon, fill my cup.

Lost goddess, come.

Was checking out a pre-pub, but the reviews were clogged with vacuous TikTok spasms. Guess I won't be reading that one.

Sullivan's just hamming up the hypothetical pathos at this point.

I don't know how in the fuck this is proving interesting in its own right, but look a gift horse in the mouth and all that.

There was the day when without the slightest warning the sun struck down on us and illuminated a valley of black flowers, of black fir trees and cold streams and enormous birds that rose up honking, blocking the light with the spread of their huge wings.

I don't often follow up my first read of an author with a second so close in succession, but Samatar's more than earned it (and lord do I need it).

Some nine hundred years before the modern fixation on the quality of latte foam, Huizong's reign saw the rise of competitions over who could perfectly froth matcha foam.

What I read these days was added either in the past year or a near a decade and a half ago with very little in between.

Could do with more history and less armchair diagnosing, which isn't promising this early on.

A small thing, but I am appreciating this edition's typeface and text setting.

Not going to lie, GRRM's worldbuilding choices have sapped the queer intimations of the vampire mythos. Adding a Christocentric model on top of it is just insult to injury.

["]Hey."
"Hey."
"What does it feel like?"
"What does what feel like?"
"Believing."

Do have to appreciate my brain in times like these when I jump headfirst into new socioeconomic analyst waters and just assume my comprehension will eventually catch up.

Only way I'm getting through this 'cozy murder mystery' challenge category is if it's some kind of queer, but man the averages are low.

I'm ready for this to either ramp up the stakes or exit stage left in the next few pages or so.

Wild to be reading GRRM after all these years, but at least there's something in his catalog not tied to a certain dead horse.

Would've been swell otherwise, but mother of god it feels good to come back to this author with her having a Nobel Prize to her name.

I know some folks would view the cast dynamics so far as almost 'harem'-esque (in the misbegottenly bigoted sense of the word), but all I see is the narrator shifting from house husband to paid escort.

For anyone interested, Queer Devotion: Spirituality Beyond the Binary in Myth, Story, and Practice by Charlie Claire Burgess (they/them) will be coming out in May.

[T]he adventure's end is the actualization, and triumph, of the colonial project.

I've seen talk that this doesn't qualify as 'queer horror'. Sorry, cis folks, but being misgendered, violently or otherwise, throughout the entirety of a narrative is queer horror, regardless of whether you're willing to comprehend it or not.

My 2025 mantra: When they call you a monster, show your teeth.

I sometimes think that if humans have a lethal flaw it's our unbridled optimism, and that's part of what drives the false hope. But I also don't feel like I can criticise my colleagues — because shit, it's a scary thing.

"Here is the book with the exact same ISBN that is in your catalogue but it is actually not in your catalogue hope that helps!" Go fuck yourself Amazon.

In May 1942 [the Cocos Islands] were a backdrop to [...] when a group of Ceylonese soldiers mutinied and attempted to hand the islands over to the Japanese. Their leader, Gratien Fernando, a Sinhalese Marxist who had signed up to fight fascism, saw the action as a way of resisting British colonial power. [...] Fernando's final words were 'Loyalty to a country under the heel of a White man is disloyalty.'

Rest in peace, David Lynch.

(Don't ask me why I'm posting this here, it just feels right).

Shipping currently produces around 700 billion tonnes of carbon dioxide a year, or slightly less than 3 percent of global greenhouse emissions. To put that figure in perspective, if the shipping industry [were] a country, it would be the seventh largest emitter — just behind Japan and Iran, and well ahead of Germany, Saudi Arabia, and Indonesia.

Sitting here wishing I wasn't so out of it so I could focus on my reading better and then it's like, right. It's chemo day. Duh 😅

As the sociologist and theorist of time Barbara Adam has observed, abstract time is a 'central part of the deep structure of environmental damage wrought by the industrial way of life'.

I was literally just casting aspersions upon myself for the bad habit of piling a fifth eBook on top of everything else, but what can I say: I need my queer.