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☆ミ(o*・ω・)ノ I'm Eukatastrophe and this is my blog.
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Sometimes I post writing, and sometimes I talk about writing. Sometimes I even review things. More often than not I just post or reblog about things I like. For example, I like historical photographs, manga and films and music from the 1970s, food, fantasy and scifi, writing, and cute or shiny things.
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Sometimes I'm a jerk! ヾ(*´ー`)ノ

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A gift from a friend. :)
An acquaintance recently told me that he planned to stop supporting the cause for queer rights after deciding that he wasn’t queer after all. At the time, I didn’t have the time or the mental fortitude to say these words to him, but I intend to link him to this to judge whether or not I should just wash my hands of him. Here goes.
Queer people are not some kind of sub-species. We are human beings, and expanding our right to live as our hearts dictate expands the rights of every other human being. If you were to one day meet a person you love beyond words, who you cannot imagine your life without, their sex and gender should not factor into the equation. Even if they’re the one in a million exception to your orientation, it is your right to love them.
People who refuse to support queer rights often prefer to believe they don’t know any queer people, but I assure you that you do. They may not have told you about it because you’ve made them feel so unsafe in your interactions with them that they withhold from you a key part of their identity, but you know at least one. In what sick frame of mind could you withhold the right to happiness and love, both of others and of themselves, from the people you care about? How self-centered, how devoid of basic human empathy, can you be?
I have a younger brother. He’s a bright, motivated, creative, beautiful human being who I treasure. If, hypothetically speaking, he were to tell me tomorrow that he had fallen in love with a man and needed to tell someone, I would offer him my support and my blessing. If he told me that, in his heart, he was always my sister, I would embrace this without hesitation and support her entirely. I would not do this because I am a queer person myself, but because I am a feeling, loving human being who can look outside of himself, see the undue struggles of others, and say, “No, this shouldn’t happen.”
It appalls me that so many other adults absolutely lack this ability.
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Zankoku na Kami ga Shihaisuru by Hagio Moto
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Princess Antonia of Luxembourg in Munich, Germany, 1910.
rheasilvia asked: Of all the sex scenes you've ever written, which one is your favorite, and why? Which one is your least favorite, and why?
Favorite: Two gay college freshman giving up their virginity to one another in the back room at a party. It was just a fun, cute, awkward scene to write in addition to the sexual angle.
Least favorite: I choose to collectively say “All the ones with vampires.”
de-maupin asked: Do often worry about possibly crossing the line while writing?
Not really. There aren’t many ‘lines’ to cross without explicitly stealing someone else’s work, depicting underage characters, or depicting genuine blood-related incest. More often than not I find myself worried that what I write isn’t near enough to any lines to titillate the kind of people for whom the internet’s wealth of free pornography is not enough.
For being a professional pervert, I’m a fairly vanilla guy. I think the only time I’ve worried about skirting the line was in a college story where I repeatedly referred to the freshman characters as teenagers. While 18 and 19 are totally legal, I worried someone, somewhere would find it creepy.
It sells pretty well.
I hope they’re frotting because otherwise the dick trajectory doesn’t line up in any meaningful way.
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The ethereal Lillian Gish models the boho headband fifty years before the Summer of Love