Alas, but it’s true: Nick Urfe’s “…inexplicably fancy trash” has shut its doors. Well, not shut, precisely. More that the store at which one found those interesting little intellectually pornographic tidbits has stopped getting in new stock. You can still browse the old stuff, and it’s still entirely worthwhile to do so.
I stumbled across the place early in what I might laughably call my blogging career, and it is still the touchstone I return to when I really badly need to remind myself that there’s more to write about beyond the war and politics. It offered, in cupped hands, the possibility of litrachur in this new mode of expression. Mindbending stuff.
Also, of course, it offered some really impressively good erotica. I still want more of the James Sisters, damn it.