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A very stylised massive self portrait of a person holding a mask on a string, I'm next to it in a white t-shirt. T-shirt says: don't kiss me, I'm in training.

Bonus bit of juxtaposition: me as Claude Cahun next to Gillian Wearing as Claude Cahun.

Two portraits, one of a lounging Victorian soldier, the other a modern tattoo artist, legs folded up.

...don't miss the interventions in the rest of the gallery, where the portraits speak to one another (e.g. Alistair Fate by Opie and Frederick Burnaby by Tissot, in a "bisexuals can't use chairs" juxtaposition).

Two people passionately kissing in a dark oval portrait, blood running where their lips meet.

Catherine Opie at the National Portrait Gallery is queer-glorious, including this gem (Julie and Pigpen, check the neck tattoo on the right) but...

Under no circumstances twirl or ding

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I'll be basic and suggest 'get this, read the Xamie / Locas ones, in order'. I don't think the narrative's complete, but that may not be a problem, as it's often told through fragmentary everyday instances, with the context filled in by flashbacks and rumours. www.humblebundle.com/books/love-a...

A film poster for "we bury the dead", with a person holding an axe.

Film, getting in on the first-person-plural menace.

I don't think the little walks are working

Massive fluffy cat, outdoors, ignoring the viewer.

What name, fine but not fitting, did you used to be?

Thanks enormously! Governesses, Graces and Bluestockings particularly appealing at present.

Thank you for all of those! Will dig in. The Lunar Men would fill in some gaps in my understanding of the industrial revolution.

Shadow of me standing on one leg.

Enjoying the weather and sending sympathy for whatever is sigh-inspiring.

A shadow of me on a cobbled road.

Strong sun sharp shadow

The Shrander bits are pretty grim, but it's overall excellent.

Happy World Book Day! I'm dressing as the Shrander from M John Harrison's 'Light', because I already own a burgundy wool coat and a sheep's skull. What are you lot cobbling together?

I've also just found that out! Also that his youthful rationalism was smithereened by love / Kaiju Harriet Taylor.

O mores, oh hell. Sympathy.

But I wouldn't, I swear...

My hand, offering some food to an appreciative squirrel in a park.

I shouldn't but sometimes I do

Bar staff mischarged me £8 for a tonic water and my God I nearly paid it, I nearly nodded it through, thinking 'well you haven't been out in Shoreditch for a while, o tempora etc.'. Utterly warped norms. Time to leave London.

Thanks very much! Will look at both.

Wow, and thank you - sounds intriguing (and a hot mess)

Thank you, that looks brilliant, and has another snippet of Carlyle marital life (to add to the peak I got from Parallel Lives).

And anything queer, in particular.

I enjoy books which contain a bunch of biographies on a single theme: Parallel Lives (Phyllis Rose), Square Hauntings (Francesca Wade), The Husband Hunters (Anne de Courcy). Any suggestions gratefully received, particularly for more modern lives.

A carving of a dancing jester into a flat stone wall. Bell on his hat, with his back to us, holding a bladder on a stick, maybe wiggling his bum?

A jester isn't a clown but I saw this jaunty fellow and thought of you @scarygorgon.bsky.social

I thought of the poles, also! But in a slightly less informed way. Glad the ambiguity supports the maxim.

Sticker on a fridge which reads "everywhere is SOUTH of somewhere".

Impressively evocative phrase for a sticker on an abandoned fridge.

Sky over London is clear and Jupiter is just *luminous*.

One red rose in the palm of a hand. Full-blown but not past its peak.

And true love is eternal, but this was just a drive-by flirting and it's holding up well.

I *had* forgotten, thank you...