Frieda Belinfante Haiku

Records office bombed? Oh man, the Gestapo did Nazi that coming. Today on Crossdresser Week, we present Frieda Belinfante - cellist, conductor, and Nazi botherer. And no, I will not apologize for the terrible pun in the haiku. Frieda Belinfante was born in Amsterdam in 1904 to Aron Belinfante (a Jewish pianist) and Georgine Hesse. … Continue reading Frieda Belinfante Haiku

How to Write Fantasy Fiction That Doesn’t Piss Me Off, Part the First

As an aspiring fantasy writer, it is my pleasure and duty to read a metric fuckton. Most of the time, it really is a pleasure. "Wow! Inspiration! What a satisfying read! Look what they did with that sentence there! Amazing!" Sometimes, it's definitely more of a duty. Particularly when I feel obliged to finish a … Continue reading How to Write Fantasy Fiction That Doesn’t Piss Me Off, Part the First

‘This Close to Murder’ Haiku

Punchable German In dorm won't fucking shut it. Words scatter to winds. Not punchable because he's German, but he's German and he's punchable and he won't. Stop. Skyping his girlfriend for hours at a stretch, multiple times per day, in the sleeping area. This, combined with my two-days old headache, means I'm skipping tonight. PS: … Continue reading ‘This Close to Murder’ Haiku