Minoanon
@minoanon.bsky.social
30 year old minotaur connoisseur and game developer. Writer for Minotaur Hotel & Sex Drive, producer for Devil's Gambit.
The Brazilian the Internet warned you about.
NSFW, single, DMs open. Minors DNI.
🇧🇷🔞🔝
The Brazilian the Internet warned you about.
NSFW, single, DMs open. Minors DNI.
🇧🇷🔞🔝
Today I was going through some save files and found this reminder of what I consider my greatest failure as a writer: how little we made use of Tiny Argos and his plotline.
I really should have explored the bond between Tiny Argos and Average Argos better...
I really should have explored the bond between Tiny Argos and Average Argos better...
July 6, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Today I was going through some save files and found this reminder of what I consider my greatest failure as a writer: how little we made use of Tiny Argos and his plotline.
I really should have explored the bond between Tiny Argos and Average Argos better...
I really should have explored the bond between Tiny Argos and Average Argos better...
Goodbye, Crete. I love you and your people.
March 24, 2025 at 5:00 PM
Goodbye, Crete. I love you and your people.
Behold! The Minoan Bronze Age "mommy milkers" jugs!
March 23, 2025 at 8:46 AM
Behold! The Minoan Bronze Age "mommy milkers" jugs!
I've traveled from Chania to Rethymno, to Phaistos, to Heraklion, to Agios Nikolas, to Sitia, and from there I arrived at Zakros. I crossed the Gorge of the Dead, and finally I've made it to Kato Zakros and the easternmost Minoan Palace.
My journey to the East reached its end. Now I'll eat and rest.
My journey to the East reached its end. Now I'll eat and rest.
March 18, 2025 at 9:34 AM
I've traveled from Chania to Rethymno, to Phaistos, to Heraklion, to Agios Nikolas, to Sitia, and from there I arrived at Zakros. I crossed the Gorge of the Dead, and finally I've made it to Kato Zakros and the easternmost Minoan Palace.
My journey to the East reached its end. Now I'll eat and rest.
My journey to the East reached its end. Now I'll eat and rest.
As I leave Chania, it decided to bless me with one last sunny view of the mountains. Thank you Chania, I love you.
March 6, 2025 at 8:40 AM
As I leave Chania, it decided to bless me with one last sunny view of the mountains. Thank you Chania, I love you.
Behind the Fortress of Rethymnon, looking out to the Cretan Sea and to the Cyclades, I leave this little guy. So that one day you may stumble on him and know that we share the same world.
To those that find him, I wish the same peace and kindness I found here.
To those that find him, I wish the same peace and kindness I found here.
March 3, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Behind the Fortress of Rethymnon, looking out to the Cretan Sea and to the Cyclades, I leave this little guy. So that one day you may stumble on him and know that we share the same world.
To those that find him, I wish the same peace and kindness I found here.
To those that find him, I wish the same peace and kindness I found here.
Should any Mino Hotel reader ever travel to Crete, know that I've been leaving behind a trail — courtesy of @wattson.bsky.social, who gifted me these stickers.
I might make a map with some of their locations. I hope, one day, one of you enjoys a nice surprise when stumbling upon them.
I might make a map with some of their locations. I hope, one day, one of you enjoys a nice surprise when stumbling upon them.
March 3, 2025 at 1:14 PM
Should any Mino Hotel reader ever travel to Crete, know that I've been leaving behind a trail — courtesy of @wattson.bsky.social, who gifted me these stickers.
I might make a map with some of their locations. I hope, one day, one of you enjoys a nice surprise when stumbling upon them.
I might make a map with some of their locations. I hope, one day, one of you enjoys a nice surprise when stumbling upon them.
I'll wake up in a new life
Down by the seaside.
(Rethymno, Crete)
Down by the seaside.
(Rethymno, Crete)
March 3, 2025 at 11:46 AM
I'll wake up in a new life
Down by the seaside.
(Rethymno, Crete)
Down by the seaside.
(Rethymno, Crete)
Kafkaval, with honorable mention to the infinitely gracious fly lady.
March 2, 2025 at 1:33 PM
Kafkaval, with honorable mention to the infinitely gracious fly lady.
I crossed the Atlantic to escape from the Brazilian Carnaval and all I got was Greek Carnival (with Dragon Ball and Hatsune Miku).
Joke aside, getting blasted with Brazilian samba out of nowhere was heartwarming and I'm really having a blast noticing all the similarities between our celebrations.
Joke aside, getting blasted with Brazilian samba out of nowhere was heartwarming and I'm really having a blast noticing all the similarities between our celebrations.
March 2, 2025 at 1:22 PM
I crossed the Atlantic to escape from the Brazilian Carnaval and all I got was Greek Carnival (with Dragon Ball and Hatsune Miku).
Joke aside, getting blasted with Brazilian samba out of nowhere was heartwarming and I'm really having a blast noticing all the similarities between our celebrations.
Joke aside, getting blasted with Brazilian samba out of nowhere was heartwarming and I'm really having a blast noticing all the similarities between our celebrations.
Then, when the streets line up just right, you'll get a glimpse of the White Mountains to the south, reminding you that Crete, even if it's small in global terms, still towers over you. It welcomes you with beauty while reminding you of your place as a human.
The nature here demands respect.
The nature here demands respect.
March 1, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Then, when the streets line up just right, you'll get a glimpse of the White Mountains to the south, reminding you that Crete, even if it's small in global terms, still towers over you. It welcomes you with beauty while reminding you of your place as a human.
The nature here demands respect.
The nature here demands respect.
Chania has an extraordinary beauty to it this time of the year. Not so cold you can't go and buy fresh bread and a warm drink, but chilly enough to make you brace yourself outside. Every step is a conscious choice.
In the morning's silence, looking up to the tender blue sky, it's hard not to hum.
In the morning's silence, looking up to the tender blue sky, it's hard not to hum.
March 1, 2025 at 7:56 PM
Chania has an extraordinary beauty to it this time of the year. Not so cold you can't go and buy fresh bread and a warm drink, but chilly enough to make you brace yourself outside. Every step is a conscious choice.
In the morning's silence, looking up to the tender blue sky, it's hard not to hum.
In the morning's silence, looking up to the tender blue sky, it's hard not to hum.
Me: "I loved Bucharest but it was so cold, I'm glad the weather will be milder in Crete."
The ever-devious Crete with 500 microclimates: "Actually you're going up the White Mountains, hail, snow and freezing winds upon ye."
The ever-devious Crete with 500 microclimates: "Actually you're going up the White Mountains, hail, snow and freezing winds upon ye."
March 1, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Me: "I loved Bucharest but it was so cold, I'm glad the weather will be milder in Crete."
The ever-devious Crete with 500 microclimates: "Actually you're going up the White Mountains, hail, snow and freezing winds upon ye."
The ever-devious Crete with 500 microclimates: "Actually you're going up the White Mountains, hail, snow and freezing winds upon ye."
Today I had a whole adventure in Crete, I can't wait to sit down to write it down... But, in the meantime, I wanted to show this darling I got from @chubby-shark.bsky.social on NFC. I'll keep him on my desk for writing inspiration.
February 28, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Today I had a whole adventure in Crete, I can't wait to sit down to write it down... But, in the meantime, I wanted to show this darling I got from @chubby-shark.bsky.social on NFC. I'll keep him on my desk for writing inspiration.
And so begins my trip through Crete. Tonight I was lucky enough to get a room specifically overlooking the ancient Minoan ruins of Kidonia.
This time I'm writing a travel journal. If I can keep it going until the end I might even publish it.
This time I'm writing a travel journal. If I can keep it going until the end I might even publish it.
February 27, 2025 at 10:07 PM
And so begins my trip through Crete. Tonight I was lucky enough to get a room specifically overlooking the ancient Minoan ruins of Kidonia.
This time I'm writing a travel journal. If I can keep it going until the end I might even publish it.
This time I'm writing a travel journal. If I can keep it going until the end I might even publish it.
Bucharest is the same, but for Naples. Two cities dreaming of each other, seeing their sibling only in brief glances.
I wish I had taken more pictures of Naples. This view from Herculaneum is the best I have on hand. But maybe this is fitting for Romania's Roman roots. It feels right to me.
I wish I had taken more pictures of Naples. This view from Herculaneum is the best I have on hand. But maybe this is fitting for Romania's Roman roots. It feels right to me.
February 27, 2025 at 6:38 AM
Bucharest is the same, but for Naples. Two cities dreaming of each other, seeing their sibling only in brief glances.
I wish I had taken more pictures of Naples. This view from Herculaneum is the best I have on hand. But maybe this is fitting for Romania's Roman roots. It feels right to me.
I wish I had taken more pictures of Naples. This view from Herculaneum is the best I have on hand. But maybe this is fitting for Romania's Roman roots. It feels right to me.
For 2 days I got to enjoy Bucharest's extraordinary beauty — old streets sidelined by snow, a sky as blue as the cold was harsh, sudden moments of clarity as it dawned on me that Romania and Brazil were not so different.
February 27, 2025 at 6:26 AM
For 2 days I got to enjoy Bucharest's extraordinary beauty — old streets sidelined by snow, a sky as blue as the cold was harsh, sudden moments of clarity as it dawned on me that Romania and Brazil were not so different.
And I think that, at the center of it all, is the active refusal to give up on hope for justice, healing and prosperity for the oppressed, the abandoned, the lost.
To borrow a line from Disco Elysium...
Something beautiful is going to happen. That is all.
To borrow a line from Disco Elysium...
Something beautiful is going to happen. That is all.
February 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
And I think that, at the center of it all, is the active refusal to give up on hope for justice, healing and prosperity for the oppressed, the abandoned, the lost.
To borrow a line from Disco Elysium...
Something beautiful is going to happen. That is all.
To borrow a line from Disco Elysium...
Something beautiful is going to happen. That is all.
This is not the first reinterpretation of the minotaur that portrays him humanely; this Etruscan ceramic I'm very fond shows him as a boy in his mother's lap — innocent, vulnerable, with a child-like curve in his face that almost hits like a smile... While his mother, Pasiphae, frowns.
February 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
This is not the first reinterpretation of the minotaur that portrays him humanely; this Etruscan ceramic I'm very fond shows him as a boy in his mother's lap — innocent, vulnerable, with a child-like curve in his face that almost hits like a smile... While his mother, Pasiphae, frowns.
With Minotaur Hotel we're reinterpreting a myth with a gay lens, but we're not the first. This statue from the 1800s was already doing that. The minotaur, who reels back and responds to violence with tenderness, comes together with a Theseus who seems resolute to do violence, but is maybe in turmoil
February 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
With Minotaur Hotel we're reinterpreting a myth with a gay lens, but we're not the first. This statue from the 1800s was already doing that. The minotaur, who reels back and responds to violence with tenderness, comes together with a Theseus who seems resolute to do violence, but is maybe in turmoil
Let's look at the obvious: they are pressing together crotch-to-crotch. Almost dancing, almost like lovers coming together from bottom to top.
And that's part of the tragic ambiguity to me, in fact; below the waist there is the dance, while above the waist Theseus prepares for violence.
And that's part of the tragic ambiguity to me, in fact; below the waist there is the dance, while above the waist Theseus prepares for violence.
February 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Let's look at the obvious: they are pressing together crotch-to-crotch. Almost dancing, almost like lovers coming together from bottom to top.
And that's part of the tragic ambiguity to me, in fact; below the waist there is the dance, while above the waist Theseus prepares for violence.
And that's part of the tragic ambiguity to me, in fact; below the waist there is the dance, while above the waist Theseus prepares for violence.
Even the foot is extended out — like a lover stretching, and so unlike a fighter trying to gain a firm grip.
The minotaur's left hand, on Theseus' shoulder, does not convey violence. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see that if the minotaur let go he'd fall down and away from Theseus' grip.
The minotaur's left hand, on Theseus' shoulder, does not convey violence. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see that if the minotaur let go he'd fall down and away from Theseus' grip.
February 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Even the foot is extended out — like a lover stretching, and so unlike a fighter trying to gain a firm grip.
The minotaur's left hand, on Theseus' shoulder, does not convey violence. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see that if the minotaur let go he'd fall down and away from Theseus' grip.
The minotaur's left hand, on Theseus' shoulder, does not convey violence. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see that if the minotaur let go he'd fall down and away from Theseus' grip.
This is not the nail-digging, back-scratching grip of someone fighting back. It's gentle, delicate and, despite the violence Theseus promises, it carries a longing... Which only becomes more evident when you look at the minotaur's leg hooked on Theseus' in a way that is distinctly "intimate".
February 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
This is not the nail-digging, back-scratching grip of someone fighting back. It's gentle, delicate and, despite the violence Theseus promises, it carries a longing... Which only becomes more evident when you look at the minotaur's leg hooked on Theseus' in a way that is distinctly "intimate".