Ancient Grains Archive

T.H. White, Lancelot, and Threesomes

T.H. White was writing Gary Stus long before the term was coined, and he wasn't content with just one authorial insert. His most obvious projection in The Once and Future King, Merlyn, is also the most benign: an elderly tutor, fond of nature and hopeful of ...Read More

Femslash Friday: Olivia Benson, Alex Cabot, and Hope

Previous entries in the series can be found here. Most recently: Kaylee/Inara on Firefly. This is a big one. I'm a little afraid to touch it, to be honest, she said about two fictional television characters who never kissed even once. But there it is -- as you know, every woman ...Read More

The Second Coming

It wasn't his coming back that surprised everyone, since people had been more or less expecting it for the last two-thousand-some-odd years; it was the fact that he was only interested in coming back as a carpenter. He was just there one day, in a way that he hadn't been before, and everyone ...Read More

Beatles Songs, in Ascending Creepiness

Perfectly Pleasant: "All I've Got To Do" And the same goes for me, Whenever you want me at all. I'll be here, yes I will, whenever you call. You just gotta call on me Coming On Too Strong/Only Vaguely Creepy: "Hello, Little Girl" I send you flowers But you don't care ...Read More

Talking About The Summer Prince

Last month (so long ago! we were but pale young curates then) I instructed you to acquire for yourself a copy of Alaya Dawn Johnson's The Summer Prince. Did you do it?  You marvelous kittens; you may have some pie. As for the rest of you, you are cast out into the ...Read More

Gal Science: Parasite Tales For Every Occasion

As The Toast searches for its one true Gal Scientist, we will be running a ton of wonderful one-off pieces by female scientists of all shapes and sizes and fields and education levels, which we are sure you will enjoy. They’ll live here, so you can always find them. Most recently:  ...Read More

Three Ways I Was Beaten

It’s a really weird story. I was beaten. Not like—well yes, like beaten. With a tire iron. I KNOW, RIGHT. I knew him, the guy who beat me. It wasn’t just some random person who ran in and smacked me around at 4 am. I live on the eighth floor. No, I ...Read More

The Place You’d Never Know Was There: Stripping in Tokyo

It’s a late summer night in Tokyo. On the streets of the Roppongi entertainment district, a man named Lucky is stopping groups of businessmen on the street and trying to hustle them into a strip club called Glamour. A tiny club the size of someone’s bedroom located on the penultimate floor of a ...Read More