the underwater sequences are mesmerising. a country still lingering over the national loss of so many citizens, and the horrifying fear that more could be lost via nuclear fire, creating a creature to serve as national catharsis in a time of attempted healing is extremely beautiful to me. also the man in the eyepatch is very hot

— Letterboxd review of Godzilla (1954)

 

The eternal queer question is whether you want

            to be with someone or be them.          I start becoming

someone my younger self would love       seeing, even if

            they never                     admitted it, or knew what it meant.

I metaphor myself     into becoming, being, suppressing

            any want—which, in its original etymology, meant lacking.

Only later did it connote desire. I mean I want what I don’t have.

            That’s deflection, but I need to keep some secrets. After I send

a screenshot of anxious texts about inviting someone over, my ex

            -roommate texts back: Is this queer panic? She’s right, in that

I’m queer and panicking.        I’m talking about desire as if

            I don’t have it. I do     want to say what I mean, but I’m afraid to

be honest. It’s possible to want and want       to be, simultaneous desire

            surfacing. I mean I’m afraid   to say this, but I will: I want

                                                                                                               in every sense.