Gotta love a man in feathers

Both ravurian and isiscolo are laughing at me because I am inarticulately muttering: Swans! Swans! Check out the icon if you don't believe me.

I took a day from the salt mines to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake. Live! You cannot imagine a more slashy ballet. Well, okay, male ballet dancers do have that rep, but that's offstage, you know what I'm sayin'? This was all about The Prince! And the Swan! And the Prince and Swan dancing together! With lots of other male swans all swanning about. No subtext necessary. It was a slasher's paradise.

I was in the third row, and I could hear the special swan breathing and the special swan hissing, and see the special swan sweat, for God's sake!

So maybe it wasn't feathers, actually, more like llama wool-looking stuff. But it looked swan-like. And the choreography was very swan-like.

This is the ballet performed by the grown-up Billy Elliott in that film, if you remember.

In honor of my new swan fetish, I link you to copperbadge's Swan!fic: No Treaty