The lot of us queer Asian diaspora know what a ride it is finding and accepting your own queer identity whilst going against the grain of the heteronormative lives we're expected to lead. I imagine that experience must be so much more difficult for older first generation immigrants, especially when they've already lived out much of their lives unable to follow their true calling. May all of us follow our hearts and live as our real selves. Your youth is never wasted.

Really considering dressing up as Frank for Halloween this year let me know what you guys think

I think people need to be talking about their feelings more maybe and stop being so afraid

Internalized homophobia within a hyper-conservative haven veiled under a newly developing city filled with lights and LED signs. Isn't it so strange how nothing's changed for this country in the past 20 years?

Demonic lesbianism with glorious visuals. Like what more can I say

And what if I said John Waters threw the first brick at Stonewall? What then?

Frustratingly bland to a fault, starts out with a promising enough premise but is inevitably run into the ground via a haphazard plotline and juvenile ending. The only source of excitement one could get out of this is Rosamund Pike's acting (carried btw), and by the time the film was over all I could think about was how little I care about her character or about anything that happened.

「3P頑張ったんですか、良かったですね。」

Happy Pride Month! One down, 30 more queer films to go :)

At a certain point in my life, I had a mind so fragile my body would go into a frenzy each time I stepped outside. I'd break into tears, numbness consuming my limbs, each and every square inch of my flesh trembling violently. I couldn't handle social interactions; how could anyone speak to someone like me, much less display a sign of kindness? Even as my general aversion to social situations eased slightly, for a very long time I found it difficult to process situations where people did things for me, complimented me. It's as if my entire being rejected the idea of happiness, of being treated like a human being, from years of being told I didn't deserve such a thing. It's much easier to accept these things when you treat it as a transaction, to delude myself into thinking, "these people are just doing what they should be doing." And when the end comes, you'll have no settlements to make.

The person who repeatedly crushed my dreams, my self esteem, my spark of life, was my mother. This film has no "good" mother figure. No role models, no nurturing entity to enrich their children's minds. Nanami doesn't know what she wants or needs. She goes with the flow to the point where she's treated as a doormat. She had no real mother to speak of, and thus is a child trapped in a woman's body. It's especially why the ending with Mashiro's mother is crushingly beautiful. She's never known this woman. And yet through her, she's able to confront her own relationship with her mother. A small step towards healing.

Finding your self, especially under these conditions, in this day and age is difficult. How is it that the birth of the internet age was supposed to make social life flourish, and yet it brought just the opposite? Only loneliness prevails, naiveté clouding judgement, and life moves along... with or without you. There's no right or wrong, life or death. In this life we're all thrown into the harsh waves and expected to learn to waddle, just as sea turtles are born to do. But maybe, within that journey, we'll find a glimmer of our selves, learn from people, be hurt, be loved. And just maybe, we'll live to see yet another day.