Rook was woken up by the grinding of the brakes on the wheels, and rubbed his eyes blearily. What was it, half past ten? It wasn’t any later than that, not with the sun cutting a beam directly into his eyes.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love borscht. But borscht is also, well... It's either simple, or it is so strongly dill-y that you might as well have a dill pickle. It's also a little exhausting how few things there ever seem to be to do with beets!
Content note: this article talks about "fujoshi discourse" and both criticisms and supports of m/m ship spaces, as well as getting into homophobia, transphobia, transmisogyny and racism, some mentions of pedophilia accusations, and sexual assault/rape. I'm not capable of talking about the original or cultural meaning of 'fujoshi' in the appropriate depth; rather, I'm using … Continue reading Behind the Curtain: Exclusion Trauma and M/M Spaces