“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”— Marguerite Duras // Hiroshima Mon Amour
I know this is a fun tweet and all that but it absolutely is an instance of striaght privilege. Heterosexual people have up to seven years to explore their sexual and romantic attraction in an environment that is designed for them while many queer youth deligate their time in maneuvering their identity in response to themselves and their environment. It’s one of the reasons why dating as a queer adult is so hard: so many of us are romantically undersocialized when compared to our heterosexual peers, who are not only given social liscence to explore themselves, but who have the additional benefit of being able to see themselves in media.
There will always be exceptions to this, of course, but it’s so sad to see how the effects of childhood homophobia haunt us well into our adult years, to the point where it limits our opportunity to connect with other people around us.
Wish i had such a place to relax right at a window with a nice view
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (1958)
“wer auch immer wir waren, lass mal werden wer wir sein wollen.”— Julia Engelmann (via anodites)
