I don’t go here anymore; I only logged in to delete an ancient post that has been incessantly garnering spam comments for months. But I need The Void to know that Heated Rivalry has changed my life. I said out loud to a friend the other day that if I could technologically implant Ilya Rozanov in my brain like a Black Mirror episode or something, I would. And in so many ways – not least of which is his utter, utter bravery – Shane Hollander is so much that I wish I was.
Dumping more thoughts here before I forcibly rip myself away from this website again: frankly I’ve been having a lot of gender feelings lately (lately being a very, very loose term synonymous with several years) and again, Ilya Rozanov appearing before my eyes and being basically everything I wish I was physically has not made this long drawn-out quest for gender-as-murder-board answers easier.























