Nothing like an airport to make you ditch stable modernity ✈️
I def feel this tension between being cared for and being free. Also the doctor’s hug 😭
I haven’t felt this alive in a theater for years
💥🍆🏳️🌈⚾️🐍☠️🐽💦🐻
This is better for queer progress than pride — it’s practically BDSM
There is still time.
This feels like a cult classic, intricate and fresh under its restricted sun and looming moons, glow and void.
I felt as Owen must have, watching the supposed finale when the credits rolled during a trajectory of peril. That can’t be the ending… or is this really it? or is this who I am? or have I been trapped? or who will guide me? or have I always been powerful? To be confused and emboldened by fiction that does not offer resolution feels like a trans invitation. How terrifying it must be to bury oneself to reemerge anew.