what I’ve read

Alex Ankarr is on page 228 of 544 of The Mammoth Book of Time Travel SF:

Finished Ellen Klages’ ‘Time Gypsy’, and for once the critics are right – pretty awesome. The MCs are really likeable, their gradually developing romance is touching and believable. (I say gradually, but – well, read it and find out.) The actual sex is a little clunky and clichéd – I said clichéd, people, not cliché, that’s right – but the romance is lovely.

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But it’s not just a lovely lesbian romance with a little skipping up and down the decades thrown in. For a short story, it packs a lot of serious ideas and musings in there. How far the LGBTQ movement has come – and how far it hasn’t – in a few short decades. About time travel as a tool for plagiarism and stealing credit for other people’s ideas. About normalisation and minimisation of abuse of ‘other’ed and excluded groups. About the struggle of women to forge a place in the groves of academe, to be heard, to hack out a route through the hazing and silencing and double standards. About co-operation, solidarity, true friendship and fake collegiality.

It’s about time-travel itself, though, don’t forget that. And purely as a time-travel romp, it’s a ton of fun and lifts the heart, is joyful despite the seriousness of much of what’s discussed. If you love time-travel or you love (gay) love, this is a yes, this is a rec.

 

Image – public domain, photo by Bernard Spragg NZ of an artwork Passing Time by Auckland-based sculptor Anton Parsons.

What I’m reading now

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Alex Ankarr is on page 214 of 544 of The Mammoth Book of Time Travel SF: The reviews are accurate for Ellen Klages’ ‘Time Gypsy’, at least – so far it’s trememendous!

(I did catch the neologistic typo before pressing ‘publish’.  But I liked it, so there you go!  It is trememendous!)

let’s talk about boys and kissing

Yeah!  Let’s!  Admittedly, these chicks may be talking about the adorable joey.  What a cutie!  But I like to think they’re obediently conforming to the dominant paradigm and submitting to externally imposed peer-group  demands, just the same.

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Anyway, I’ve got into a new writer! Isn’t it always so terrific to discover somebody new-to-you, and plunge into their work, to experience a whole new way of looking at the world?

Yeah. It’s Alison Bechdel. YOU MAY HAVE HEARD OF HER. I’m always a little late to the party, every time.

Really, this is the point where I ought to play at being Cooler out of Flaked. “Dennis! Your little pop-up off-licence is called Dennis Wines! Like you! Isn’t that amazing!”

Eh lol. Shoulda done that. “Hey, Ms Bechdel! There’s this thing called the Bechdel test – and I understand you’ve actually discussed it quite often!  And you’re called Bechdel! Synchronicity, wow!”

Well, I haven’t read much of her work so far – really only her section in Best American Comics 2008, and nothing else in it either. But that’s the best time with a new artist: when they have a massive (throbbing?) body of work, and you’ve barely dipped your toes in the water.

Now, just to make sure: BOYS! KISSING! BOYS! KISSING!

Never wanted to pass a test that wouldn’t have me, anyway.

 

Image – State Library of New South Wales, no known copyright restrictions.

finished sense8 season 2 finale

…and all I can say is, ridiculous.  Ridiculous.  and also, big respect to Sun for HOT DAMN ROCKING THOSE SILVER PANTS right on sister!

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Can’t find a pic with a, ahem, better view.  But take it from me, or better yet just watch the ep.  Season 2 is worth watching, because at least it always has Lito and Sun, however daft it gets.

but as I say.  It brings to mind the immortal words of Matt Damon in Will & Grace:

‘Rockin’ ass!: for he himself has said it, and it’s greatly to his credit!

SPOILERISH…-> Continue reading “finished sense8 season 2 finale”

Wolf Slave 33 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 33 – Alex Ankarr

He hates wolves: it’s the first principle of his life. This is a matter purely initiated through necessity, and for his own potential advantage. He feels an odd spasm, a twist at his heart, as Ree murmurs more, rubs his face deeper into Penn’s neck and sighs gustily. Reaches, catches, squeezes Penn’s hand.

Penn could never love a wolf, no, never. It’s an impossibility. It would lead to nothing but trouble for him.

Penn hopes that he could never love a wolf.

-FIN-

© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2013  All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.

 

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Wolf Slave 32 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 32 – Alex Ankarr

Ree’s in love with him. Whether he’s going to express it that way or not – to a chattel, to a slave, to the friend of his youth – Penn isn’t a fool. He can work it out for himself. There’s barely an equation involved: it’s plain fact. He’s averted something: this isn’t, now, going to be a fast loveless fuck up against the wall or over the table. So where? There’s a big roomy leather couch in the treatment room to the side of the main hall, he remembers. There, then.

And he brushes kisses against Ree’s cheek, feels the stir and tremble it yanks out of him. ‘Not here,’ he murmurs, and strokes Ree’s hand. After that it’s pathetically easy for Penn to lead him by the hand, and lay him down on the couch, before stripping off his tunic and leggings before him.

Ree watches wide-eyed, and Penn feels all the power of it. A slave, he is: and he has this wolf in the hollow of his hand. Who’s the slave, right now? He feels every second of Ree’s eyes on him as he reveals his body: gathers his nerve together and watches his master pull his clothes off fast enough to leave fabric burns, surely.

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Wolf Slave 31 – Alex Ankarr

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Wolf Slave 31 – Alex Ankarr

There must be an extraordinary power in his voice: for it has stilled Ree completely, though he’s still pushed and bent back against the table, Ree’s body pressed up against his, hard and desirous. And Ree’s voice is a low burr. ‘That… wasn’t what I wanted. First we were friends: long since, back in the mists of time, it seems now. I never forgot: I missed you when you were gone. And when I found you and had you back, it seemed like perhaps we could regain that happiness. But you hated me on principle: oh, don’t deny it. Didn’t I say I could smell it on you?’ He reaches down, though, and takes a hold of both Penn’s hands, pulls them from his hair and shoulder to clasp them tight.

Penn gives away more than he intends, his voice more raw than it should be – he knows better than to show this much weakness – when he says, ‘I felt I had reason. You don’t know – there are things that have happened, to me. To my mother, when she was alive. You don’t know the life of a slave.’ He clamps his lips, then. He won’t say more: will not give details. Even if he wanted to, it would hurt too much. He can’t do that: certainly, not yet. He’ll choose another moment: one when it will benefit him more, is necessary to win Ree’s sympathy and support. To gain funds or favours or freedom, some other moment.

So he calculates: but still he’s hard as Ree, and still his hard self-protectiveness has been a little broken down. Ree seems to guess at some of what he’s hinting, in any case: pulls his head back and leans, takes a hold of Penn’s face and stares into it, searching. ‘I don’t know who it was, who hurt you,’ he says finally. ‘But I will deal with that for you, at some point. Someone has a beating coming.’ And Penn draws an unsteady breath: perhaps he might have Ree do that. He well might.

But right now… Ree brushes lips against his hair: it’s good. It’s very good, it’s a vast improvement. The sudden jerk and leap of his heart has nothing to say in the matter: it’s potentially useful, that’s all.

He’s snugged in closer: and that’s it, from a bruising, intimidating pursuit, suddenly he’s being snuggled up close there: tender as well as intense. ‘I kept thinking,’ Ree murmurs, ‘that if I didn’t push you too much, if I took it slow, then we could be friends again. Then it was about more than that. I’d forgotten you were beautiful: I’d only remembered you were funny, and stubborn, and had a temper like an oncoming train… none of which you were showing me, too busy being the perfect slave and hating my guts…’ His touches now are still gentle, but quicker, more urgent. He’s speaking up against Penn’s hair: rubbing his face against it.

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