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holybikinisbatman:

obsolote-corgi:

grannyweatherwax:

susiephone:

can straight people just, like… shut the fuck up? please? just for five minutes? please? please just shut up?

this article is literally written by a gay man. who is openly married to his partner. and if you read it, it talks about how this movie is in fact too bland and unrelatable for today’s queer teens.

“A milestone that feels overdue–the first mainstream teen comedy foregrounding a gay character–may have been outpaced by real life. Can a love story centered around a gay teen who is very carefully built to seem as straight as possible appeal to a generation that’s boldly reinventing gender and sexuality on its own terms?”

like. there’s definitely the valid argument to be made that just normalizing depictions of gay romance and gay protagonists is very important, because representation is still not what it should be, by a long shot. but this article is about another issue altogether, and makes some points which are worth considering…  namely that this movie doesn’t go far enough in providing that representation to today’s teens, but seems aimed more at a previous generation.

but so like. can we not just make blanket assumptions like this, as a community? can we not leap to conclusions without taking five seconds to educate ourselves? honestly.

BLESS THIS ADDITION 

interesting how the notes are full of comments from people trying to delegitimize this openly gay man’s valid points about this film by painting him as an “out of touch straightie that  just doesnt understand what the community needs” but sure, okay

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butch-erbird:

the tomboy grew up and she never went tame and she never found boys or makeup or nothing – nothing wrong with the girls who did but also it’s not inevitable, this progression

womanhood rejected you, because where are the grownup tomboys? there’s no room for the rough-and-tumble girls to become rough-and-tumble foulmouthed broad-shouldered women. it’s alright to play at, daughter, they told you, but you have to grow up, and you were confused because you were playing at nothing

the tomboy grew up, nonetheless. and instead of wrestling with friends she wrestled with herself for a while. but despite what they said, here she is, still rough, still wild.

don’t believe the lies, daughter. grow as you need to. allow yourself to be pruned only to become stronger. grow bold and proud, daughter, like the trees that give you shelter, tomboy, wild girl. love the girls you dream of being strong for and the friends who bear you up when the storms shake your roots. there is value in the crabapple trees, wild daughter, even if the orchard-keeper turns up his nose.

know this always, daughter: i love you exactly as you are, and however you need to be

– crabapple girls, a.b.l