Fantasy Art, Fishnets, and Red Sonja’s Chainmail Bikini
I have some complicated thoughts about fishnet tights.
Specifically, I have some complicated thoughts about fantasy art, fishnets, and Red Sonja’s chainmail bikini.
Read MorePosted by Tansy Rayner Roberts | Aug 6, 2013 | Nonfiction
I have some complicated thoughts about fishnet tights.
Specifically, I have some complicated thoughts about fantasy art, fishnets, and Red Sonja’s chainmail bikini.
Read MorePosted by Tansy Rayner Roberts | Jan 1, 2013 | Short Fiction
Clea Majora walked through the hot streets of Nova Ostia, her sandalled feet lightly treading on the wide, baked, paving stones. She bought a honey cake from a pastry stall and nibbled it as she walked, using the vine leaf wrapper to catch the crumbs.
Read MorePosted by Tansy Rayner Roberts | Jun 5, 2012 | Nonfiction
It’s not just me, right? The Gothic novel is ripe for a comeback. This particular sub-genre has been creeping into my subconscious for some time, and not just because I accidentally went to a lecture the other month on the Female Gothic in Film, which quoted Joanna Russ and made me squee like the fan girl I am.
Read MorePosted by Tansy Rayner Roberts | Nov 1, 2011 | Nonfiction
Australians. They’re generally happy people, right? Beer, sunshine and prawns. Happy people in shorts, sunnies and thongs (it’s a kind of footwear, honestly!) Nothing sinister about that.
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