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I’m always fascinated when people say they don’t read books about queer characters because they can’t relate.
So if a queer character was, say, very happy because they got a promotion at work, you wouldn’t understand at all because it’s . . .
Gay happiness?
So if a queer character was, say, very happy because they got a promotion at work, you wouldn’t understand at all because it’s . . .
Gay happiness?
A character is sad, but once you see her wife comfort her it's Lesbian Sadness and too hard for the humble heterosexual to fathom?
I'm confused. (Sorry, it'sQueer Confusion – a niche sub-category of the well-known emotion, so totally understand you may not get it)
Lesbian Sadness and too hard for the humble heterosexual to fathom?I'm confused. (Sorry, it's
Queer Confusion – a niche sub-category of the well-known emotion, so totally understand you may not get it)
I guess once you insert gay characters into a world it becomes a Big Gay Universe and nothing else in it matters but its rainbow-sprinkled gayness
See that horse? It's gay.
The castle? Gay.
That fountain pen that's key to a thrilling mystery? That's probably gay, too.
See that horse? It's gay.
The castle? Gay.
That fountain pen that's key to a thrilling mystery? That's probably gay, too.
I'm not being too serious with this, because I find it more puzzling/comical than genuinely anger-inducing, but it does have interesting implications.
I do understand that readers have preferences, and we all connect to some stories more deeply than others. But the idea that you can't relate to a character on a human, emotional level at all, that you can't see past their sexuality, is really perplexing to me.
