![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Let us begin with the admission that queer longing is still a thing, everywhere from Portrait to TikTok, and talk about why it emerges, and why (or whether) we still need it, what it illuminates, and what it misses, and what extra dimensional portals it creates. Let us now take a brief screen break from Portrait of a Lady on Fire to consider this specter of longing in queer fiction this well of loneliness from which you suddenly see the stars, this pewpewpew laser battle of queer stares and hints, of “You left your gloves” and “No way does she see me.” This slow pin wheeling arm-reel from the double patriarchal uppercut to queer girlhood: “I am not meant to have desires” & “This desire doesn’t exist,” from which we so often crash land on the next set of cheekbones or eyes or hips and have to text our friends I’m lost, go on without me. ![]() Hex Offers a Deep Dive into Queer Obsession ![]()
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