tragic when a thing gets hate for being ‘woke trash’ and you look into it and its not even that woke. like cmon man i was promised monacle popping gay commie propaganda. this is just a video game with a woman in it.
Maria Skłodowska-Curie’s notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They’re so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes “yea there’s a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush.” like wat excuse me
Something I really love about Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle is the point he makes about overcorrecting from the original trope. Sanitizing queer art to the point that nothing bad happens to queer characters ever is not only unrealistic, not only shitty to tell queer people what part of their stories they are or are not allowed to tell, it’s also just putting us in another box. The beauty of queer art is when we just get to create what we want to and tell our stories authentically. There’s a place for fluffy feel-good queer romance and horrifically fucked up queer horror. As long as queer people and those who love us get to tell our stories in a way that is meaningful, that resonates with the people who interact with it, that is all that should matter.
