Imagine Me&You?
I hate this movie.
I mean I love it. I love it because lilies mean “I dare you to love me.” And “I want you.” And, God, there’s fucking soccer. And it’s Lena Heady and Piper Perabo. And and–>
“Don’t forget me.”
“I won’t remember anything else.”
But Goddamn. Why do lesbian movies always have to be about finding yourself. I want a lesbian movie where being gay isn’t the scariest thing in the entire world-even when it is. I love the L Word, but there isn’t enough of stories like it. I want real love stories with gorgeous women who fall in love with one another and don’t want to off themselves for it.
Give me a story about sunsets. Give me a long distance romance about two girls who are desperate about one another. Give me a ballet where the lead dancer is fucking her understudy. Give me poetry infused with breasts and tongues and clits, hands tracing curves and sounds mewling in the echoes of the night.
Give me love-not fear-and show all the women of the world that it’s okay to fall in love-
even with one another.
mittwochselend 