E.Saxey
@esaxey
Tallish, bookish Londoner. Gothic/folk horror novel, set in Victorian London, "Unquiet" Weird queer short fiction, "Lost in the Archives" They/them
In Margate Caves you can play the archeology prof in a monster movie and murmur: this creature is more ancient than we imagined! (Paintings are 19th century.)
Sun's out for trans pride in London, got my dry wipe shield and marker pens, and am accepting suggestions for the first slogan of the day.
How much of my outfit for Trans Pride on Saturday can be made from duck tape? The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
A pretty ruthless title, for a painting of a mermaid in a bathtub having a chat with an angel. Hulda Guzmán at the Turner Contemporary.
As Pride Month ends, have some final books. My intent, I think, was to celebrate that decades of discussion precede the present moment. These books are from a tiny slice of time when I was foraging for a weltanschauung in the charity shops of Brighton. Always here, always changing. Happy Pride.
This collection was enthused for conceptual possibilities of tech: to desediment! To rewrite identity! When the tech was sooo clunky (1994). (Like hearing a fan describe a 1980s comic and thinking: what passion, what plot! Then you read it and it's line drawings of dudes in bright yellow shorts.)
Menacing titles with possessive adjectives! Two short fiction collections, discounted this week. "Your Body" is weird trans horror, and - I've not read "All Your Friends", I think it's generally unnerving? Looks great. @tenebrouspress.bsky.social store.tenebrouspress.com/collections/...
There's a revised version of this in print today. I wish I'd filled in more of it. Although as a window into the past, it would still be pretty misty: was I feeling prickly when I wrote this, or incredibly self-realised?
A historical investigation and personal reflection on an Edinburgh case from 1810, two teachers who brought a libel case to ward off queer accusations. Faderman's better known for 'Surpassing the Love of Men', on romantic friendship. I preferred this one: sly and playful and ambiguous.
Tearing through this, possibly the earliest English detective novel - 1862/63 (neck and neck with the brilliant soapy Lady Audley's Secret). Composed of letters, news clippings, court statements, diaries.
Two volleys in the lesbian sex wars. Black and white photographs have been all over the book covers in this thread - because classy? Timeless? But here, alas, we can't know what colour that hanky is, leading to farce or disaster.
Liked this ethical market but unsure about the slogan - if something "comes from a good place", isn't it usually gaspingly rude or flat-out cataclysmic?
This truism from a lost property service has left me sadder than the loss of my specific item.