i peel at the skin that last touched you. my fingers tremble with every pull at my lips. if love is a habit, is it not within reason that grief is, too? is it something that can be excised from the body?
do you remember how it was? we'd catch fireflies in our hands and sift through the reeds, mud up to our knees. we were small, and so was the world. you don't laugh like that anymore.
Yeah for today it is indeed those things in some aspects. But when it came out it was groundbreaking. That film HELPED the rights and lives of LGBTQ people.
You cannot look at something from the 70s through a 2025 lens and go “sorry it’s problematic for this time”
not being able to look at a piece of media inscribed into its historical context and instead analyzing it by comparing it with today's standards is also a sign of media illiteracy btw
I love critical theory, I love seminars, I love reading groups, I love universities as public goods, I love historiography of disciplines and knowledge itself, I love difficulty and difficult questions, and I love the humanities being human. And that's the hill I die on.