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kitt

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an adult. 25+
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soul currently resides in the muck at the bottom of a decorative koi pond

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kitt

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after a little much post-modernist literature i'm so happy to read a good old fashioned story about pretty men obsessed with penetrating each other (using deadly weapons)

Cover of Vicious by V.E. Schwab. An illustrated figure in a black coat on a balcony, with a requisite beverage

November 25, 2025 at 3:12 PM

kitt

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November 16, 2025 at 7:26 PM

kitt

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her dialogue is hauntingly like that of a localized anime character when the translator is at wits end

"I know what it's like when people go away. It's agony for a week, then painful for a week, then you begin to forget, then it seems as if it never happened, it happened to someone else, and you start shrugging. You say, dingo, it's life, that's the way things are. Stupid things like that. As if you haven't really lost something for ever."

November 10, 2025 at 12:56 AM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

when it's time to subtly remind the reader again that a character is australian

She had just poured herself a whisky. "Santé. I hate big stores. And not just capitalists. Pommy capitalists. Two birds with one steal. Oh, come on, sport, smile." She put the pen in my pocket. "There. Now you're a cassowary after the crime."

November 10, 2025 at 12:41 AM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

in the dusty, desolate hills of utah, some say it is running still. The Dog That Only Gay People Can See

In the outcropping of rocks on the hill that rose up before the ranch house, in the tangled growth of sagebrush that scarred the hill's face like acne he saw the astonishing figure of a running dog. The lean hind legs thrust the powerful powerful shoulders forward; the hot snout was lowered in pursuit of some frightened thing--some idea--that fled across the draws and ridges and shadows of the northern hills. But there was no doubt in Phil's mind of the end of that pursuit. The dog would have its prey. Phil had only to raise his eyes to the hill to smell the dog's breath. But vivid as that huge dog was, no one but one other had seen it, George least of all.
"What do you see up there?" George had once asked.
"Nothing." But Phil's lips were twisted in the faint smile of one who is in close touch with the arcane. So Phil lived--watching, noting, figuring--as the rest of us see and forget.

October 29, 2025 at 1:51 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

this was really good. something for everyone. do you like weird little guys? gothic domestic dread? homoerotic subtext? a ruthless dissection of the Old West and its constructions of power and masculinity? maybe read this book

Cover of the book The Power of the Dog by Thomas Savage

October 29, 2025 at 1:43 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

i don't think i've ever felt so directly called out before

(from Tales of the City, Armistead Maupin)

"That night, he moved all his earthly goods into Mona's apartment:
The literary works of Mary Renault and the late Adele Davis. Assorted work boots, overalls and denims from Kaplan's Army Surplus on Market Street. An Art Deco lamp in the form of a nymph perched on one foot. Random sea shells. A T-shirt that said Dance 10, Looks 3. A hemostat roach clip. An exercise wheel. An autographed photo of La Belle."

October 22, 2025 at 3:16 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

was looking up some things about Hans Christian Andersen

A Wikipedia screenshot. Under the subheading Other honours: The flatworm Collastoma anderseni (family: Umagillidae), an endosymbiont from the intestine of the sipunculan Themiste lagenformis (lit 'Formed like a Lagenum'), was named after Andersen.

October 16, 2025 at 11:45 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

did she have to go this hard? I think she did

"But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness sims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen; they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates of brightness. The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore."

October 15, 2025 at 1:20 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

jules is very good too. scrangly.

Photo of a panel. A bloodied man with wide eyes. Seriously, I'm sorry it so grainy I promise I will buy a lamp

October 3, 2025 at 7:37 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

this guy...agh, my weakness for men who are put together and meticulous and in control on the surface but concealing a core of burning rage and desperate insecurity just beneath the surface

Photo of a page. A blond-haired man (Adam) correctly recognizes that the phone is the enemy and goes on the offensive

October 3, 2025 at 7:35 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

i wish i was good enough at taking pictures to show how good the colors are

A photo of a page. Striking orange tones predominate

October 3, 2025 at 7:21 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

the way intimacy is portrayed in this book has me weak at the knees

Photo of a page from Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. A man walks his hand across the table to grasp another man's hand

October 3, 2025 at 7:17 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

yes...yes!!

Photo of a copy of the comic Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Anaïs Flogny

October 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

i have a broad tolerance for views that i disagree with in literature but there has to be a limit

Excerpt from A Canticle for Leibowitz. "Cat lovers don't know cats. You can't love all cats if you know cats, and the ones you can love if you know them are the ones that cat lovers don't even like. Zeke was that kind of cat."

October 1, 2025 at 1:28 AM

kitt

@donkitt.bsky.social

this was pretty good! the frame story revolving around the politics of sacred bone acquisition was the highlight. and no spoilers here but the ending...