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Everyone likes Neil Gaiman. Everyone, at least, who has read Neil Gaiman, and who tries mantaining a (pseudo-)literate blog and lifestyle in this day and age. It is a fact of life, leading to much speculation about the fact that, circa 1899, Neil sold his soul in exchange for fantastic ideas [citation needed].
Everyone also likes Sandman. Everyone likes Death, who looks fantastically Goth in her Ankh and kohl, everyone likes Morpheus, who looks like a taller Robert Pattison — and who, incidentally, I always imagine as having Bowie-as-Jareth voice. Everyone likes Delirium, too, because she sounds like the lovechild of Charles Manson and Luna Lovegood. Even Despair.
But my favourite character Desire is utterly underrated. Fanfiction systematically overlooks him/her, Cosplayers seem to turn away from such a whimsical display of androgyny. Lo and behold, I express my admiration for him/her. But why?

First, Desire has an amazing power. Shifting between sexes at will to enhance seductiveness is something which sometimes would come in handy in my life, at least if one takes into account the number of times I have nearly asked completely gay boys for their phone number.

Then, Desire is pretty much great. Sure, I love Dream, and Death, and Delirium (in fact, these are some of my favourite Endless). But is it even possible to deny how essential such a character is to human existence? Would empires have crumbled and lives snapped like stretched chords of a guitar without Desire?

And of course, Desire is sexy. Much as I love the Gothiness of his/her siblings, Desire can not only change sexes at will, but also has the best fashion sense in the whole series, fullfills my androgyny-geek, and, as if that weren’t enough — I spontaneously picture him/her with a Brian Molko voice, which will provide important insight into my psyche 25 years from now.

And with this, I am off to bed, as the WordPress editor hates me but all-nighters have a fondness for me — and while we’re on the subject of fantastically good writers, check out Nadia Trousdale, at Sporadic Panic, because her writings will likely blow your msind or, at the very least, impress you deeply.