When you save Stripper Gandalf’s bacon and the universe rewards you with a parking ticket, life just does not seem fair.
OK, OK, let me back that one up a bit. Stripper Gandalf, you see, is actually my housemate.
No, wait, I’ve got this. Let’s just start from scratch. Continue reading
Hmph. Well I’ve been ruminating over the finale of Doctor Who since I watched it, and… overall I was underwhelmed. I think it would have been kinder to the character, *and* to the story, to let John Sim’s Master be the final, glorious shout of the old tradition. This felt like flogging a dead horse, to me. Continue reading
If you’re interested in the current news that the Doctor will be played by a woman, please see this post.
I’ve just watched the latest episode of Doctor Who. In which the mysterious, manipulative villainess who’s been intriguing me throughout the season is finally revealed to be none other than… Continue reading
Some time ago I posted about furries, and my first rather nervous foray into their world. Looking back at it I can see similarities with the motivations behind the steampunk culture I explored in my most popular post. I can also see similarities with brony culture, which I’ll go into in a little more detail below.
Since that post I’ve been spending more time around my local furries, and gradually I think I’m starting to understand some of the subtleties a bit more. I’m beginning to get why quite so many furries are gay or bisexual men and what the draw of “fursuiting” is, and it ties in to some themes I’ve noticed in steampunk and other subcultures as well. Continue reading
There’s a saying that goes “This too shall pass”.
There’s another saying, a Buddhist one, that likens a person to a flame; always in motion, always consuming the wood on which it burns, composed at every moment of totally different atoms – and yet the same flame.
The picture to the left is from a comunity art project called Mitcham’s Models, which installed reworked mannequins around an unlovely junction in town to coincide with the city’s annual Open Studios event. Open Studios is a month in which Cambridge’s surprisingly many artists throw open their studio doors to the middle-class average Joe; the eerie figure in this picture was found on my way home from a gig at one of Cambridge’s few remaining live music pubs.
More than a decade ago, before all the many developments in my identity and sexuality that have happened over the last few years, I used to attend BiCon, the UK’s national bisexual convention. One year, I met a woman there whose convention name tag read on the back, in large scrawled letters, “KINKY SLUT”.