Who's the parsley?
I'm in my thirties, I'm a bit of a mess, I lead by bad example.
I like mango juice; children; late 1800s crime fiction about two guys solving or committing crimes, especially if written by brothers in law (but I think I might like Raffles a bit more than Sherlock Holmes, if we pretend the novel doesn't exist); Anne Brontë; Emily Brontë; children; the comic Hind and Qarnfel; reading comprehension (as a professional interest, not as a snarky internet thing); Sleeping Dead by Nakamura Asumiko; Hikaru ga shinda natsu; Helluva Boss (but not Hazbin Hotel, unless Christian Borle is singing); alcohol-free beer; Pluribus; Severance; Kids Lit; Moomin; musicals; animation; boardgames and children. Lately I've been enjoying Leblanc's Arsène Lupin books (hopefully I've found a French criminal to like...) and I've been peculiarly chill and normal about The Amazing Digital Circus.
I don't like genocide; war crimes and war in general; nihilism seen as pragmatism; pop feminism and its dire consequences; fandom wars treated as activism; the global rise of nazifascism; enshittification; astroturfing; all the usual suspect -isms; how every technological advance I was excited for as a child has turned dystopic; okra; liver and meat in general.
I see queerness as ontological rather than deontological and we'll struggle to be friends if you disagree.


















