"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Carmen Sollicitationis

Orrore! L’amato Conte ci chiama a raccolta e noi dobbiamo rispondere, confratelli mutanti. Il momento è grave e urgono contromisure, bisogna organizzare la resistenza e soprattutto predisporre una squadra di liberazione per tutti i malcapitati che dovessero (il Cielo non voglia!) cadere nelle grinfie dell’inquisizio e ed essere sottoposte al Terribile Tormento (Dario Baldambembo è più di quanto un essere umano possa sopportare senza che i suoi nervi si schiantino e il suo cuore ceda). Ahimé, improrogabili impegni di lavoro – sicuramente frapposti tra me e il mio dovere da qualche infiltrato dell’odiato nemico – mi impediscono di dedicarmi subito a questa incombenza. Tra pochi minuti dovrò inforcare la mia Bugatti verde (evocata da un De Lempicka, naturalmente) e recarmi in quel di Pavia. Avessi le facoltà della bella Sarah, potessi recarmi nella cittadella con un battito di ciglia e ritorno! Ma non temete, la mia mente sarà concentrata sulla missione e, per quanto io sia sicura che agguati e attentati cercheranno di impedirmi di tornare alla mia magione, vi prometto che sarò presto di ritorno con una proposta di piano d’attacco già ben delineata. All’armi, mutanti! All’armi!

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Pride Month 2025 – It’s a Wrap

We Were Always Here: on Memory, Erasure, and the Persistence of Queer History All month long, we have journeyed through scroll and scripture, painting and poetry, ruin and reliquary, gathering voices, gestures, glances that once defied the world to say: we have always loved differently.

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  • contenebbia
    Posted at 15:22h, 18 June Reply

    Mia eroina! I Mutanti tutti non posson che esserti grati per l’entusiasmo che sprizza dalle tue parole come acqua di sorgente!

  • Conigliolo
    Posted at 17:02h, 18 June Reply

    Stanotte il Cialtrone colpirà

  • Milesia
    Posted at 17:08h, 18 June Reply

    La Dark Lady della Milonga è pronta.

    Attendo le mosse del Cialtrone.

    Consegnatemi Ratzinger VIVO!!

    Consegnatemelo!!!!!!

  • lilith70
    Posted at 18:20h, 18 June Reply

    cialtrone gheis

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