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<33 precious little they/he
bursting in pastel colors, latin jazz and oiled up sun browned skin, this made me long for the unremebered queer Miami home into which i was born on 1996. the flamboyance, decadence and crime interwoven into the lives of those who cannot exist as their full subject under their contextual citizenship rings true and tangible, held together by a beautiful sets awash with purposeful detail
theres a heaviness that comes forth in the care put into every choreographic movement…
a high school of impeccable white walls and The Gap color-schemed pupils, where hs basketball coaches can afford mansionettes, drama departments scenery for auditions, and no one comments on the new girls latinness: Disney pristeen for longing preteens.
80s gender politics and early 2000s millennium optimism, where social codes are both widely discussed and perfectly blissfully permeable. the fantasy of a elder queer man who imagines a world where his coming out would have been embraced and celebrated, based on…
“operatic” doesn’t mean good.
violently shuddered a dozen + times at the body and voice of Adam Driver, of which i am forced to see so much of, some of the worst things I’ve seen in a while, thirsty for awards, irony poisoned aesthetic without any of the wit, wants us to forgive its terrible writing cause it calls itself a musical while providing no musical enjoyment, gestures to being operatic but nothing about it would make it a good…
(content note- rape) Craigs character, like Finchers’ movie, upholds the institution of rape and its neccesary aparatus while reaping its “girt” rewards and being crowned (by themselves and the canon) as our generous necesary advocates. I'm a shaking wreck of a girl, never more “girl” than when unable to unstick myself from the unquestionable gendered trauma that is done to us as a collective just as much as as individuals. We are raped before we are raped, victimized even before…