About LaClarity

As Stephen Fry said in his fucking incredible autobiography…

“In the cold light of the cup of coffee and the banana sandwich that are beside me now [LSD opening the doors of perception] appears to be nonsense, but I expect you know what it is taken to mean.”

I thoroughly advise not reading this blog under the influence of coffee and bananas (except maybe unless if it is particularly fine coffee, and the bananas are those extremely rare ones with the seeds), because it will appear to be nonsense. Not that I am suggesting you should drop a µg of acid and then read this blog, because you might find the words moving about on the page a little too alarmingly. I’m just saying… it may appear to be nonsense.

I have to say that you see, because it hurts my pride to think that it may actually be nonsense. It quite possible is. I like to think that I am quite ‘avant-guarde’ and ‘Bohemian’ with my little absinthe ritual in front of the computer, my rather poorly put together photoshops, and my babbling monologues. I like to think that this is why I do not get much attention or comments, that the online slash community just isn’t ‘out there enough, man’. But, clearly this is bollocks. The slash community is pretty much Pluto’s neighbour with the ‘out there man’-ness. If you can read about Holmes being a merman, and Watson getting shagged by octopi… then… please…

I think maybe the online slash community are just too nice to say what they are thinking. Which is this.

“This isn’t fucking Clarity, it’s fucking insanity. Yes, yes, you suffer from flashbacks and synesthesia, that’s very nice, BUT IT’S YOUR OWN FAULT. Now stop with the taking of random photos of light switches, and learn to write in sentences. Noun plus verb, please! And a side-order of first-time sex.”

Ah, I think that serves as all the warnings that this blog needs. Yes, it’s about Holmes and Watson being in love. Or out of love, as the case may be. Yes, there is a lot of mind-altering weirdness. Yes, there is slash. And when there isn’t slash… there’s always mind-altering weirdness.

But hey, in the soup kitchen of the internet, someone’s gotta serve up a different flavour! Personally romantic first time fluff is my bread-and-butter, but you’ve got to have something to go with it. ^.~