“When you watch Torchwood there is a warning at the very beginning that some scenes may offend or disturb people, so if you allow your children to sit and watch it with you that’s your responsibility, it’s not ours anymore. We kissed, we held each other, we lay on top of each other in bed… and there were lots of complaints about that. Nobody complained that I was shot in the head four times, there were burning people in ovens, that I was stabbed by a mob of 50 people hundreds of times, and I was hanging dripping my blood in a pit. So that’s what confuses me, because you’re not complaining about gay sex, you’re complaining about two men kissing. And it’s 2011. And people say, “Well why should we have that on television?” Because the BBC have to represent the greater public — and there are gay people out there who pay their television license. For people to complain, that’s your prerogative — but you know what, none of them turned it off! They were just embarrassed because it put them in a position where they had to explain things to their kids or their family which probably should have been explained a long time ago.”—John Barrowman. (via kayleyhyde)
“Sex will always be an exciting mystery to children, they’ll always want to know about it. And they’ll learn about it, inevitably, from scary porn and all those barmy urban myths that circulate playgrounds. As a counter to that, shouldn’t responsible kids’ telly at least try to right the balance? Shouldn’t there be someone out there (apart from your boring parents and your boring teachers, who cares what they say) saying that sex is a natural, sometimes funny, sometimes wonderful thing, that decent, kind, nice people do with other decent, kind, nice people? Rather than a sleazy forbidden horror whispered about behind the bike shed. You can’t stop kids finding out about sex. You can at least make sure some of what they hear is sane and reasonable.”—Steven Moffat (via tinysprout)
Let the autumn breeze float over your skin, twining through every strand of your hair, enveloping you. Feel the earth, cool and tender, beneath your feet as you walk to some undisclosed location, keeping no measure of time. Inhale deeply from your belly; exhale slowly and with incredible prudence. Open your mind to the whimsical tinge life possesses for those who are willing to seek it. Remember the last time you tasted magic on the air: the last time awe struck so deeply at your soul, you found yourself crying. Try, if you will, to evoke this sensation once more.