In the past few weeks I’ve tried to watch all the queer movies that I can, and what I’ve discovered is this:
If we’re lucky enough to have a film made about us, it’s still not made for us.
i generally agree, with the exception of Hedwig and the Angry Inch
i want a disney princess who is an adult diaper. i want a disney princess who is made of cheddar cheese. i want a disney princess who is already a disney princess. i want no disney princess. i want a disney princess who has the voice of arnold schwarzenegger.
Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day. give a fish a man and you appease the Fish-lord who has terrorized coastal communities.But at what cost? the people will not be happy that one of their own has been given to a fish
my parents definitely did not raise me to be a queer feminist filled with the wrath of a thousand enraged dragons and yet here i am