About
Here you will have me mostly rant, comment on my day, or talk about cultural and technical subjects I find enticing. Amongst others, those include: music, literature, philosophy, the indie Web, human-computer interaction, cinema, games. It’s no more than a funny hobby, really.
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I am but a silly little big enthusiast for the old Web haven — where, in secrecy, we could let our shadow slip playfully into our online persona, and experiment with new forms of subjectivity. We built this city on rock and roll geocities on coffee and suspicious HTML snippets!
My… Come to think of it, now that I’m aware global village coffeehouse is a thing, that last paragraph was quite reminiscent of that aesthetic, wasn’t it? Well, what can I say? I’m a whimsigoth product of my time.
The pronouns I use on this site are the singular they/them. As for whether I do elsewhere, I’ll leave that hanging in the air. Let there be some mystique, sweetie 🤭
Perhaps you’d like to know my gender to better imagine how these texts would sound in my voice? Well, babies, don’t you panic. Just pick either Deep Space 9's Dr. Bashir or Star Trek: the Next Generation's Counselor Troi, and Bob’s your uncle, read the posts in their voice.
If you are looking for something more than this that also happens to be more than Roxy Music’s More Than This, I am neuroqueer. A true pan(da) dulce, if you will. Also, a furry and academic.
Other than that, I would rather let the texts speak for me. Be patient, however. Whereas I am not a native English speaker, I am fluent in brain fart.

The title
Did you know queer people used to be called inverted? I brought that up to talk about this blog’s title, bureau mirror. It was taken from a poem by Elizabeth Bishop called Insomnia.
It introduces us to a mirrored world — and only there, where everything is inverted, the author feels she can be loved by her romantic interest. It is a sensitive portrayal of the alienating impossibility of queer yearning and desire.