I like manga, and now also hentai manga (yaoi-oriended), because I find in it some illustrations very difficult (perhaps impossible) to see elsewhere. Twenty-five, and more, years ago nobody could draw a teen girl showing her “pee” like this one here… No way; no possible public acceptance. Boys could be gay, could be effeminate, could… Continue reading Déjà vu, déjà vécu – A Humble Defence of Hentai Manga
I have only three drafts left to correct and complete for posting on this blog before taking a break in August 13th. I do need a break. I think as well that Ariel herself would want me to stop and rest –at least with respect to this blog of hers. This is not a draft… Continue reading The Last Nice Picture
Xan mo ilo, kamlale! Pale si ma e zhivindi jag… These are Rromani words meaning “Eat my heart, my beloved ones! While I still keep the flame of life…” So why do I want my heart eaten?… How?… By whom?… To the first –rhetorical– question my answer is simple: because I need love now beyond… Continue reading Xan mo ilo! – Eat my heart!
– – Ari had this old pic saved in a box with many more. This one had these words written at the back (translated from Catalan!): “Li -9 (protected by mom), I -6 protecting dad from behind, clung to his back. Look at Li’s half shut left eye after a night sleeping with it over… Continue reading Vil·la Torrada (Bages, Catalunya), thirty-three years ago… – Back to Li and Mom
In Loving Memory of Ari Fontrodona – Called to meet the Father (or Mother), and our own parents, on August 13th – 2016. May she be in Grace and perfect happiness, as she always intended —and often accomplished— in her earthly life, in spite of everything. When she named this blog SOMETHING BEYOND, she really… Continue reading Before Crossing the Dark Veil into the Light
Dancing Alone At Home (II), by Ari F on Polyvore: – Dancing Alone At Home (I), by Ari F on Polyvore: – – – – No unauthorised copying or redistribution. All Rights Reserved.
These two following posts, saved as drafts on Polyvore nine months ago, and posted now here by me (with some pain), were made by someone in love; as she noticeably wrote. I’m glad that, in the end, her intended recipient did to me part of the harm he would have done to her in due… Continue reading Shame