So. Funny Little Story.

So. Funny little story.

I basically made my parents’ (particularly my mom’s) life hell when I was little due to three factors.

1. I had a condition called Febrile Seizures, where if my temperature changed too quickly I would have a seizure. This all stopped by the age of 5.

2. I have a very high fever point. Ever since I was little whenever I get really sick I’ll get a fever up to 104. When I was really little it was even worse since my temperature would go up to 106.

3. I got sick a lot as a kid. Most kids with the condition have 1-3 seizures total, while I had over 20.

This led to my parents dealing with a 1-5 year old who, if given something to stop my fever, could have a seizure, would be too hot to sleep, and so would stay up all night being miserable. So what did my mom do in this scenario?

Walmart $1 dvd bins.

Now, there were several movies my parents would put on for me, including Madagascar and the Winnie the Pooh Heffalump movie. But the #1 movie was a little old Disney flop from 2004 called Home on the Range.

Personally, I love it. I think it’s great. But that’s probably the nostalgia talking.

Anyway, I just rewatched the movie and noticed something…interesting. The movie is about these cows trying to make enough money to save their farm. There’s a scene where they enter a saloon where what are presumably 3 prostitutes are singing on the stage. A fight breaks out, one of the prostitutes goes flying, her wig flies off and she lands in the arm of a man.

“Daddy??” Says the man.

“Son?!” Says the prostitute.

Anyway, at this part I burst out laughing so hard because it’s so ridiculous. Now my mom is pestering me what’s so funny and I don’t know how to tell her what she exposed her sick infant daughter to.

ADD as a lesbian is trying to decide if I should try to revamp my Utena hyperfixation, try to revamp one of my older queer hyperfixations, try to find a new one, or just keep doing nothing.

A moment I really love in episode three is when Crystal is about the shatter the tape and how Edwin corrects himself from saying “I could lose Charles” to “we could lose Charles.” It’s a moment that shows that even if Edwin isn’t thrilled to have Crystal around, he recognises that Charles is really important to her too. It’s sort of a moment of him recognising that he doesn’t have to monopolise Charles and that he has enough love for Edwin and Crystal.

The gay boy being in love with his 'straight' best friend is such a trope and its subversion is not rejection, it's reciprocity and mutual queerness. Charles's response wasn't a rejection. It was awe and kindness and support. It was, "I don't know but you are my person and we have eternity to figure it out."

The Dead Boy Detectives is committing to a potential love story between Charles and Edwin in a way I've only read in queer books. The writing is treating the possibility of them with the same weight it is treating the possibility of Charles and Crystal.

Edwin is a main character, his potential romances dominated the narrative, and one of his love interests is another main character whose individual development and relationship with Edwin is beautifully fleshed out.

Do you know how rare that is? How special? It's all I've ever wanted to see happen with queerness in media. For the queer character and their romantic plotlines to have the same space to develop as their counterparts. For their love interests to have (any) extended character and relationship development beyond being rushed in and out of the narrative for fear of alienating a homophobic industry and viewership.

Thinking about how much Dead Boy Detectives doesn't closet Edwin's story, nor the possibility of him and Charles, how much it appears to be pointedly rejecting how queerness has been handled thus far on screen, fills my heart with hope.

Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

I’m rewatching Marvel’s Runaways with my friend because they’ve never seen it and Deanoru changed my brain chemistry for several months the first time I watched the series, and I have to say I dislike how they handled Gert’s anxiety a lot more than I thought I did.

Like, I remember at the time appreciating that I had never seen a character confirm that they have anxiety on screen and take medication for it.

However.

I really really don’t like how they handled it, particularly in the episodes with Topher. Like, the Topher episode was more focused on Molly, but it also compared Topher and Gert’s “addictions”. Don’t get me wrong, I take anxiety meds, and they can be incredibly helpful. But I don’t think I’ve ever needed them so badly that I would risk getting my family caught not once, but twice.

Idk, I just feel like it would’ve been a much more compelling storyline to have her slowly learn coping mechanisms to help her deal with her anxiety rather than treating her almost like an addict who is just a complete jerk to everyone around her because she can’t get her meds.