ELLE MATHEUSE

ELLE MATHEUSE

Elle is 2 inches high and can’t always be relied upon to smell the right thing at the right time. She has chubby stumps in many pies, none of which bring in any money. Elle is secretly pleased about this but doesn’t know why. She is secretly pleased about that too. Elle’s passions are music, sitting under trees, being on water and taking umbrage, and there’s not much that induces her rage like a good old stereotype or generalisation. Upon hearing one, she turns purple. Two inches and purple - Elle is glad she’s not a man.

Like Xavier Toby, Elle doesn’t accept national borders as a legitimate means of determining anything. She doesn’t like that people enjoy inserting everyone and everything into categories but understands why they do it. She hates them for it. Despite being at least some years old, Elle has still to find an acceptable explanation for why there has not yet been a cleansing apocalypse or some other glorious breakdown of the current state of things. In the name of long-term human survival she hopes for a cataclysmic change in the near future. And a dog.



Weaponizer Submissions by ELLE MATHEUSE:

• LEND THEM YOUR EARS in nonfic

• FUCK YOU, TWICE in nonfic

• ONCE UPON A TIME in nonfic

• IT'S GETTING COLD IN HERE in nonfic

• IS THAT ALL THERE IS? in nonfic

• THE DEATH OF REASON in nonfic

• I SHIT YOU NOT in flashfic

• DOG LOGIC in flashfic

• WHAT IS SOUL? in nonfic

• THE UNWANTED COMPANION in flashfic

• WELCOMED WITH BROKEN ARMS in flashfic

• MY OWN ROOM in flashfic

• SHIPS THAT PISS IN THE NIGHT in flashfic