on representation
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I’m not gonna tag this because I’m just ranting, but…
YEAH, I wanna know if a character’s gay or bisexual or nonbinary or ace or any of it, any of that, because while they might be a fabulous musician… while they might be able to juggle knives or rock a house sideways or have the biggest, most brilliant heart, I want to know if there’s that one fundamental thing through which I can relate to them. I want to know if that character ever had to look down at their shoelaces as they confessed to their parents, “Yeah, I… there’s this girl, see, uhm… and the way the sunlight hits her hair makes my heart beat faster…”
I want to know if that character was ever jeered at or looked at the “wrong” magazines. I want to know if that character got guff because, oh my god, can’t you just, like, pick one or the other? You’re so greedy!
I want to know if that character saw everyone else around them start getting obsessed with boy bands and girl butts and sex and boobs—I want to know if that character, lacking those obsessions, wondered if they were broken. Is something wrong with me? Why don’t I want that?
Yeah, I want to know what that character does for fun. I want to know what movies they like and what drives them to play that guitar and why they have rivalries with that dude over there in the neighboring kingdom, sure, but yes I especially want to know if they’re queer because otherwise? Otherwise it’s just one more but or except for or she’s not—one more difference, one more day not seeing myself in media, one more day thinking I’m still alone, staring at my shoelaces, greedy and wrong and broken.


