It’s true, I’m older now than I’ve ever been, she thinks, lantern readied in hand. “I know you’ll be the one, Child, who can save them.”
At home, he takes off his makeup and pours 1 tsp active dry yeast into a glass mixing bowl.
Between were-tigers, -panthers and even -reindeer, the metamorphosing, animalistic female figure has a long and winding history behind it. It is a complicated story that can only really be made sense of from an intersectional perspective, recognising the need of patriarchal societies to cast its disruptors in the twin categories of “other,” cultural and sexual. Yet crucially, the very attraction of these stories, their wide appeal among viewers, readers and listeners across times and places, also inevitably opens up space for ambiguous sympathies and counternarratives.
