I am a gay man who loves James Bond films and snooker — all kinds of working-class pursuits. I didn’t set out to deliberately respond to the masculinity [in the spy genre].
I’m fascinated that so many spies were or are gay, but I also like the idea—which John le Carré showed—that the real job is much more prosaic.
[…] Also back in the day, the natural people to approach [to recruit as spies] were people who were already lying about themselves. When homosexuality was illegal, these people already had a different identity.
What’s interesting is that simultaneously to recruiting known homosexuals, they were also perceived as a security risk, precisely because of the blackmail thing. The recruiters must have known and actually relied on it, but it was always a worry.
You know, in my twenties, I hoped we were all doomed. It seemed more glamorous. And in my thirties I definitely thought we were all doomed. In my forties I panicked that only I was doomed. And now I really have turned. Lately, I’ve been in an incredibly positive frame of mind. And that’s the only frame of mind worth having, because we are all doomed.
come lay down next to me and i’ll tell you about all the dogs i saw today
I want angsty, Archdeacon Robert-centric Rev fic so badly.
there’s something about the Holmes brothers that just makes me wanna see them a bit dirtied up, their younger selves sitting in a cheap flat at 2am sharing a cigarette, hair dishevelled, t-shirts worn for four days straight, dark circles under their eyes and just talking (or rather arguing), about philosophical questions and who is fastest at deducing uwu
When her kiss transforms the Beast, she is furious.
"You should have warned me! Here I was smitten by an exceptional being, and all of a sudden, my fiance becomes an ordinary distinguished young man!"