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took a nap and woke up to truly the worst bullshit parfait I've seen in a minute
there are so many layers!
from the moment I awoke in consciousness, from the minute I breathed in air to let out my first scream after leaving the wombâ
I knew
I knew
I knew I was gay before anybody could tell me what bodies were, before I knew what attraction was, I knew I was a grade-A homosexual
so of course, society couldn't shape that at all
so of course, society couldn't shape that at all
it was I: the purest of gays
there have been no changes as I grow older, as my experiences shift; as my understanding of the kaleidoscopic nuances of relationships evolve. as I peer more closely into the arrayed prism abyss of myself, I see no new colors. I see no exceptions or fallibility. I see no change.
there is no past. there is no future. there is no evolution. only gay.
because that's what this show is about, right? essentialist narratives without exploration of the new and the different; without the influence of your experiences or other people shaping what you know about yourself. there are no unproven grounds.
it's not about the intimate ways in which a person can unpeel convention from your bones; can flay the idea of the righteous alive and help you see beauty. nope, it's definitely about dicks touching, so help me god. that's how you know things are real.
there are no other expressions of love or care. only dicks.
make sure you queer responsibly, folks, or they'll take your card away
in all seriousness: of course sexuality and our relationship to sex play a role in our lives; often for queer folks of all stripes in ways that cishets don't think about. that's why aro/ace spectrum folks are queer, too. And I, too, have yearned to see myself in media. however.
we're imagining life outside the handcuffs of the heteropatriarchy. that language is intentional. I've said it before, I'll say it again: all fandom policing is policing. we are trying to escape the arbitrary & continuous standard-setting of legitimacy by cishet measuring tape.
let me tell you a secret: there is no amount of queerness that will make us straight enough for them. revel in the complexity of what we are capable of outside of a particular configuration of bodies and relationships. it's fine to want it. but dare for more.
if the horizon of your imagining for queer relationships ends at sex and labeled sexuality, I invite you to consider all the land that the light doesn't touch. there is a dark space beyond, because we've never held the sun. but hold out hope for the moon and her subtle light.
find unproven ground. escape the arid burned-out wasteland of the tired brutalism bunker of the heteropatriarchy. validity doesn't rest on the laurels of the empire.
Hannibal has always invited us to dream; to reinvent nightmare in the lonely woods. It has always pushed us to imagine a haunting we could love. It has asked us to believe in the unique topography of ourselves without permission from the outside world. that's what makes it queer.
