Strike, Dear Mistress, and Cure His Heart


I don’t know how many people outside Croatia know that on December the 1st, my country (i.e. Croatia) will be voting on whether to enter a highly discriminatory sentence into our Constitution. Almost 700.000 people signed for this abomination to take place. Once again, we are playing judge, jury and executioner in something that deserves no judging, no jury, and it most definitely deserves no execution.

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark

I want to write about unreasonable fear of that which is different. I want to write about cultural necessity to judge the world and its people against yourself. I want to write about taking a gander at things from a human perspective, not from a heterosexual perspective, not from Christian/Atheist/Religious perspective. Human perspective. Perspective of love and understanding. If people learned how to do this, the only judging would be done in a court room, the one place where it belongs.

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark

People who want to eliminate differences are not very reasonable. You’re heterosexual, and as such you wish to have sex with someone diametrically opposite of yourself, biologically different . Maybe you are afraid of the opposite sex, and therefore you also fear those of opposite sexual orientation? Maybe you are incapable of understanding your own sexual desires towards the opposite sex, that you have to judge a man who is completely comfortable wanting to have sex with another man?

Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Whether it’s heterosexual or homosexual intercourse, it seems to me there is a lot of people who still have a problem with sex, and any kind of deviation from the “missionary” position (male and female reproduction organs, lights off and other “normal” and “natural” stuff included).

Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

Adoption is also a problem, because gay parents a) will raise a gay child (and we are afraid of gay  people); b) are a reason why a child will be bullied and tortured by its peers. Very sound reasoning isn’t it? I wonder, a) how come there are gay people who are the fruit of heterosexual loins and upbringing? Don’t you think that, if we as parents and a society, stopped raising our children to hate and fear that which is different b) there would be no bullying and torture of children who have gay parents. Maybe, just maybe, if we taught our young ones that it is ok to be different (because we are all different) and that it’s wrong to bully anyone for any reason, then we wouldn’t have this impediment to adoption by same-sex partners?

I don’t believe family and marriage are about the number of parents, about their sex, religious orientation or political ideals. They are about the quality of love.

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee

But all that aside, I hope and believe that Croatia will decide against constitutionally defining marriage as a union between a man and a woman. Because, even though I am not a part of any Church, I am a believer, maybe of the most naive sort. I believe in people.

*Title/Lyrics: Velvet Underground, Venus in Furs


What are the right fuckin’ books, Will?

Whatever blows your hair back.

Whether it’s a YA or a James Joyce novel, if it blows your hair back – it’s the right fuckin’ book. The question remains: what kind of a ruffle does the book create?

  1. The ruffle which comes about every time you open said book.
  2. Ruffle which continues even after you’ve closed the book.
  3. Lifelong ruffle.

sparklyedward I love all ruffles, but my favourite is the number two ruffle. I love when a book overtakes my life, when it makes me smile just because I’m currently reading it. The anticipation of reading has an effect of sun on Edward Cullen’s skin.

It’s hard to explain this temporary symbiosis between life and book. It is even harder to explain why it happens with some books, which are “objectively” not good, and not with masterpieces. The ruffle has nothing to do with plot, and it has everything to do with gut.

It’s the gut feeling that makes you act a little crazy. There’s no viable reason behind that insane grin you sport every time you think of that book. If someone asks you what in particular makes that book consume you, you cannot answer. It’s everything. It’s the general feel of the book. It’s just right for you. It’s beyond reason, which makes it so much better.

I often tried to capture this feeling, and I failed almost as often. I think the only review in which I managed to explain what I truly feel about a book is my review of The Song of Achilles. But it wasn’t such a big problem to do that because the book is amazing in every aspect. It’s harder to explain the reasons behind mildly obsessive behaviour in connection to Karen Marie Moning’s Fever series and Sylvia Day’s Renegade Angels. Sure, Jericho Barrons is an awesome character and his limited presence in the books is perfectly distributed. Yeah, female characters like Vashti make for a good book. But still, those reasons cannot really explain that gut feeling, the je ne sais pas quality of a good book ruffle.

I started with Good Will Hunting, so it is only appopriate to end with it to illustrate the general state of my mind when I’m having a book ruffle.


Have you recently had a good book ruffle?

“Fuck you”, said the raven.


I could try and tell you what American Gods is about. But I would be lying if I told you I know. I could google it, try to find out if Gaiman’s book is about erosion of belief and its ephemeral quality. I could try and find someone smarter than me who wrote an essay about how Gaiman examines the nature of American belief system, but I won’t. Maybe this was Gaiman’s attempt to build an American pantheon. I don’t know. I believe there are books for which plot and „what’s it about“ are irrelevant. For me, American Gods is all about how it made me feel. And it made me feel good.

American Gods is at home, wherever it goes. Whether it is a mortuary, a freezing hotel room, hell or purgatory – it’s home. It feels somehow good and somehow right, being in this world or the other – in American Gods it all makes sense. Dead people walking the Earth is nothing to get worked up about. It’s there. It happens, and if it happens there’s a reason. American Gods is free of any form of judgement and in it there’s a prevailing sense of peace, purposefulness and understanding – whether it’s a warm spring afternoon or a bloodbath brought about by selfishness.

This book is different from pretty much anything I read, and that fact alone pleases me beyond words. To realize there’s something original, something different which has been written in the 21st century, by a living, breathing author makes me happy as hell. Sure, maybe the originality I got from American Gods is a result from my lack of reading similar literature, but for me, it is different and original. It’s dark in a sweet way, it’s amusing and funny in a sinister way and it shows a deep love and understanding towards the human race (and beyond) which I have rarely encountered (Le Guin shows a similar, dark and foreboding love for the race).

I admit, I am at a loss as to what Gaiman wanted to achieve with this book. I have no idea what was the point and which message he tried to convey. Maybe that makes me a stupid, lousy reader. Maybe the fact that I find Gaiman’s intentions completely irrelevant makes me an idiot. Maybe, just maybe, I am an asshole because the feel of American Gods is enough for me.

Also, it seems there is a TV series in the making – don’t know how I feel about that, I will know once I give it a whirl.

Sherlock – Mostly Pictures

I decided to “write” a follow up on  – Triple Holmeside – Quantitative Creativity. Searching the world wide web for Sherlock Holmes artwork, a simple fact presented itself as self-evident. The Internet People believe that Benedict Cumberbatch Is Sherlock Holmes. Enough of text, let’s make do with some pretty pictures.

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