A blast from the past. I was writing about this movie in an email to my friend, writer and defrocked saint B. Kite, and he suggested I should expand my comments into a “piece”, as I believe they’re called. The finished thing ran in celebrated e-zine The New-York Ghost, and I was inspired to begin this blog. I always intended to run the thing that started it all, and today being a slow news day, here it is!

(Contains spoilers. In fact, one might more accurately say, IS spoilers.)

POSSESSED, directed by Curtis Bernhardt, starring Joan Crawford, takes a long sultry look at the hot topic of what the movie medicos call “skizzo-phrenia”, an affliction prevalent among frustrated career women.

There’s a perhaps-unintended encapsulation of the experience of the mentally unorthodox right at the start as Joan C wanders, with a broken walk, the streets of LA, which are…

Although I love many books, there are few books I can read and reread and never, ever grow tired of them. This is one. It is unique, as exceptionally detailed and “alive” as any other Cherryh book, but it has a special place in my heart although I own each and everyone of her works I can find.

For those who love historical fantasy of a type, epic fantasy, this is spectacular but not in an explosive way, but in the way where you love each and every character presented, good or evil, because they are so well-thought out and realized. You can see them vividly in your imagination.

For me also, this is a beautiful example of what I tried to imbue my own writing with: examples of relationships between a man and another man where they truly love each other for who they are, without having to be…

Ever since personality typing went mainstream, fans have fought over the personality types of famous literary characters – most notably, Sherlock Holmes. It usually winds up as a debate between INTP and INTJ, but neither one fits the canon Holmes. I recently addressed this on my tumblr, but will expound on it here.

The original Sherlock Holmes is a very warm, balanced, friendly, and well-behaved ISTP, and here’s why:

hidetheknives:

As an end of 2017 gift from very rainy Chingford (where the faeries live), here’s all of Mark Gatiss’ cameo photos in “The Essex Files” (Gatiss & Dyson, 1997).

1. Scotch Taiype

2. Dutch Sceptic Abraam Ruud

3. Medium Morris Tarzan

4. And saving the best/most nekkid until last, local writer Jolly Widescreen

5. A Chingford Faery (”That’s my arse!” – Mr Gatiss with great pride when we got the books signed)

tuliaart:

egmon73:

enigmaticpenguinofdeath:

How can I resist such a request on a Gatiss Wednesday? Let’s see what prettiness I can find… *cracks knuckles* Only some of these gifs are mine, and a few photos snuck in as well because of pretty and reasons.

And special mention to every photo of Mark ever taken with an open collar and the little framed V of chestiss that peaks through. ❤

ok after this I am totally dead. I took one day off due to a damn plumber and a water leaking in my bathroom and in the meantime ….everything happened. Erotic Rupert licking his lips, @mottlemoth doing amazing writings, @tuliaart drawing a perfect Myc bum for the joy of everybody, @redgreyandpurple publishing sexy things written in grocery lists…. and now Mark exposing all his torso gingerness, even with silly blond hairs and ….. faked tits???? Ok, here it is…

UK / 108 minutes / color with some bw / Hidden City, ZDF, Channel Four, Film4 Dir & Scr: Stephen Poliakoff Pr: Irving Teitelbaum Cine: Witold Stok Cast: Charles Dance, Cassie Stuart, Bill Paterson, Richard E. Grant, Alex Norton, Tusse Silberg, Richard Ireson, Saul Jephcott, Michael Mueller, Michelle Fairley, Barbara Young, Brid Brennan, James Trigg, Laura Welch.

Statistical sociologist James Richards (Dance), author of the bestseller Instead of Sex, causes junior film librarian and full-time flake Sharon Newton (Stuart) to be fired, and next thing he knows she’s demanding he help her solve the mystery of a 1940s piece of film that appears to show, amid London street scenes, the forcible abduction of a woman—later identified as The Wife (Brennan). The end of the fragment advises the viewer to go see more on a public-information film called The Hedgerows of England, but that movie, for reasons not obvious…