This episode is actually the first ep I ever saw of B5 way back in the 90s during it’s first run, I caught a few minutes of it. I was in elementary school and had n o context for it but I remembered I liked the dresses and that Londo was some weird king or something. Little did I know I’d be so in love with him two decades later. Spoilers under the cut as always.
Concept: mortal enemies who find each other utterly repulsive personality-wise, but distractingly attractive physically; each deeply resents the other for having the temerity to be so hot.
““It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is,” he said, “There is much misjudgment in the world. Now, I knew you for a unicorn when I first saw you, and I know that I am your friend. Yet you take me for a clown, or a clod, or a betrayer, and so must I be if you see me so. The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.””
a personal comic about haircuts and being queer and not realising your body isn’t really yours until you buy a pair of hair clippers That’s my experience anyway
Adj. 1. having a sharp, pungent taste or smell; not sweet. 2. (of people or their feelings or behavior) angry, hurt, or resentful because of one’s bad experiences or a sense of unjust treatment.
I.
Would you kiss the lips that whisper, walk on thin air frail as lisps and moth wings wander white silk bed-sheets, empty ghosts in empty retreats-
Would you kiss the lips that tremble, tamed and tired of preamble, too ashamed to state the gamble of the game we’ve just begun-
(Would you kiss me with your fist, my darling one?)
II.
Would you kiss the lips that love bitter, ‘brittle bones and backwashed liquor, rusted nails and wicker splintered,’ sings the boy who’s growing thinner-
Would you kiss the lips that hover over green tea laced clover, take a taxi or a drover, (but before we meet, please, think it over-)
Would you kiss the lips that linger over burning bile bringing, peace of mind to know there’s stinging in this constant carnage binging?
(What the apocalypse is flinging- binding brains, grave matters clinging! But the telephone’s shrill ringing- is only fiction of my pen…)
Would you kiss the lips that lavish, lunge and lash and lick and ravish, stoic stunned at turning savage, oh–
(could you imagine the kind of longing that is?)
III.
Would you kiss the lips that hunger, for a youth lost ten years younger, for the wrong done to become worse- and in agony hit Reverse-
Would you kiss the lips that dry up, scab and picked at like the pried pus from the edge of a constant, open wound-
Would you kiss the lips that curse you, plan to kill and blame, desert you– all because they sorely missed you and couldn’t spit it out too soon?
Would you kiss the lips that color at the thought of diving under ragged work-shirts and rolled sleeves, tattooed thighs and suck them clean, (‘till you scream and scream and scream) and your head spins madly- (please,
would you do that just for me?)
IV.
Would you kiss the lips that savor every parchment, every paper, knowing lines and loving tender–
(to that boy…could you surrender?)
V.
Would you kiss the lips that purse, fumble, stutter, (twitch and curse,) would you nurse a dying breath back to life, (and french me in a hearse?)
Would you kiss the lips that pucker, pilfer, (pillage and discover,) of your petals blooming violent, all they taste is ink and dirt?
Would you kiss the lips that wallow, wicked thoughts through haze and hollow, (and take in everything they swallow) just to say Dear Newton, how have you been?
(Or would you admit already- it’s no use loving someone in the state I’m in.)
-Poems Hermann Gottlieb wrote to a boy across the sea and never sent.
laocoon, an intellectual: we shouldn’t take in this giant wooden horse because it’s obviously a trap and we can literally hear the men moving around inside of it
me, a trojan dumbass: but hes an Absolute Fucking Unit
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