i could watch brokeback mountain a million times and never not cry because it’s about the passage of time which is probably the saddest scariest thing in the world. they could have built a life together but ennis was afraid and he pushed jack away and there was so much space and time between them and then it was too late. the regret and the guilt and the being forced to grieve quietly….wishing things had been different wishing you had known better wishing there was still time, more time, one last time, any time. and the last scene i mean how doesn’t it kill you. One shirt inside the other like two bodies pressed together. shirts not worn in years. lost their smell. lost their purpose. like the fabric of a memory. it was TOO LATE do you understand….he could never get back there….to the good times. To his love. time kept moving on but their love never could. do you understand
if you know me, you know that Diane Chambers is That Character for me. i can Objectively argue all day long for why and how cheers was one of the great social satires of its time (and in the history of TV sitcoms), which largely has to do with the written execution of its characters + their societally fraught relationships to each other (primarily in the diane/shelley long years), but that is not what i am doing this morning. this morning i am here to emotionally, Not at All Objectively, say:
💖 diane chambers is my girl of whom i am Very Protective and the frasier reboot better stay far, far away from so much as a mention of her. frasier, the spin-off, caricatured the cheers characters into 1 dimension whenever they appeared on the show.
💖 diane chambers is major femme dyke inspo for me and there’s an essay in that, and there’s an essay in the lesbian appeal of cheers, and, by god, one day i’ll write it
Maybe I do tend to be a little uptight at times. Maybe this bar is changing me. Maybe the atmosphere here is starting to rub off a little. And maybe in some small way, I’m the better for it.
[“If you were to ask a hundred different femmes to define the word “femme,” you would probably get a hundred different answers. Having said this, most femmes would no doubt agree that an important, if not central, aspect of femme identity involves reclaiming feminine gender expression, or “femininity.”
It is common-place for people in both the straight mainstream as well as within our queer and feminist circles to presume that feminine gender expression is more frivolous, artificial, impractical, and manipulative than masculine gender expression, and that those of us who dress or act femininely are likely to be more tame, fragile, dependent, and immature than our masculine or “gender neutral” counterparts. By reclaiming femininity, those of us who are femme are engaged in a constant process of challenging these negative assumptions that are routinely projected onto feminine gender expression.”]
julia serano, from excluded: making feminist and queer movements more inclusive, 2013
Man. The flagrant lack of critical reading skills and basic reading comprehension just makes me sad. There’s a lot of joy in reading the English language that these people are missing out on. There’s a clear INTEREST in reading and I feel like if we could just get people off this anti-intellectual streak everyone would be having much more fun reading Metamorphosis AND Twilight.
I genuinely hate this attitude that getting better reading comprehension skills will somehow keep you from enjoying your pulp romance or comic books or fanfiction. All a literature education does is give you more tools to analyze writing. It will only increase the joy of reading.
❝ Writing is often a solitary act. It does not have to be lonely. A piece of writing invites comparisons, experiences, ideas, responses—conversations. ❞
— Ross Showalter, “Learning to Write My Truth as a Deaf Queer Writer,” published in Catapult (via bostonpoetryslam) —
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