what’s fucked up is when you read a book and the main heroine is like “I don’t care about boys. I’ve never wanted that sort of life… I don’t want to grow up and fall in love with a man or be married. I don’t think I ever will. And I don’t want to or need to.” and you’re like holy shit this is??? prime… ground… for some sapphic antics–
but then it turns out that really all she needed was A Special Guy in order to fall into blissful Special Heterosexual Love that is Different from Regular Heterosexual Love and it Changes Her Life
Books, movies, tv shows. I get to the end of so many stories and I’m like “Why is she kissing that boy? This literally makes no sense. This guy has no personality and that lady over there is fine to the max in every way. What is happening? There is no logic in this story.” I’m not even one of those people that goes looking for subtext or gets all shippey, but all this compulsory heterosexuality in all our media has me scratching my head sometimes.















