I have some complicated thoughts about fishnet tights.
Specifically, I have some complicated thoughts about 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.
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.
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.
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.