hi, i wrote a novel, it’s about locating desire in a vacuum and peach silk slips and the dead things that won’t leave you alone. also complex closeted lesbian situationships? it has girls and ghosts and gore and i think those are good things to put in a book so i hope you like it
claudine refused to eat for three days, we called the vet and they said it was probably the heat and to keep an eye on her, i hand fed her horrible bits of tuna in broth..... and then we realised that her favourite paintbrush had gotten stuck under the rug and she was Pining
to any amateur vets out there: i promise her liver is fine! as i mentioned in the tweet she ate wet food out of my hand and had plenty of treats, she truly just missed her paintbrush. gentle reminder that a joke tweet about a pet does not always include full context!
just found this old photo of me posing with a ballerina & can’t you just see the absolute terror in the eyes of this baby lesbian at the experience of holding hands with a very beautiful elegant woman
@UniofOxford
extremely funny how throughout my time at oxford the university was not only very bad at opposing racism, it was in fact very good at DOING racism. but i guess this tweet has changed all that!
unspeakably excited for this to the extent that upon seeing the headline i was only able to communicate in little high pitched noises for several minutes
me at 12 thinking about the boy i ‘had a crush on’ whom i had picked to have a crush on because he already had a girlfriend so he would be forever unavailable: romeo save me they’re trying to tell me how to feel
just finished gaywyck by vincent virga, a perfect gay gothic novel about: being so sexy you faint all the time, twins, a preternaturally intelligent white cat named cael, poisoned brandy, castration, mummified severed fingers in a fabergé case surrounded by amethysts, the opera
very soon after this i found a petrified bone on the beach and then panicked that it was illegal to take the bone home in case it was evidence in Ancient Crimes
before xmas a guy came into the bookshop of my office and was incredibly rude to me, today he came in again and left me this. great to see men have gotten past ‘i was pulling your pigtails on the playground because i like you’!!!!!!!
hold on to your hats.... '"hysteric, hybrid half-and-halfs": queerness in nineteenth-century transatlantic spiritualism' is coming to a word doc near you
dreamed last night that h&m did a collection of polyester-but-authentically-designed edwardian underwear and everything was £7.99. i feel cheated by the world i have woken up to
delighted to announce that this perfect creature, this pinnacle of felinity, has been described by the vet as a ‘micro-cat’ who will ‘never get bigger than this’
for the record nothing would please me more, should i ever do anything in life that means i am written about in someone else’s biography, than to be referred to as a lesbian first and anything else second
Just a note that if you're writing a letter please put a date on it. you can just put the year if you're feeling lazy. i am begging you for the love of god and for the sake of people reading your letters 150 years in the future to just date your correspondence i am beGGING
is anyone interested in publishing my weird/fun/semi-academic essay on what hairwork mourning jewellery tells us about the victorians' relationship to death, fetishism, gender, and capitalism