This is in Blood Ink

When a male author can't write women it's usually like reading about space aliens. When a female author can't write men it's usually like watching a movie where through clever camera trickery every male role is played by the same guy. Like, she can totally write man, but just the one.

rereading dracula after reading carmilla for the first time really makes me appreciate carmilla's efficiency in securing a place. dracula had to deal with all the logistics of the housing market meanwhile carmilla just crashed her car on someone's lawn and she got a cushy guest room and a girlfriend out of it. carmilla the woman you are

you can post on tumblr even when you're trying to take a break from social media it literally doesn't count. it's like pepsi max, or pescatarianism