Boy if I had a nickel for every time Paul Mescal is gut-wrenchingly depressed in a movie-

So foolish of me thinking watching Paul Mescal and Josh O’Connor being gay in the early 20th century would help me feel better.

It wasn’t even a good movie, man I’m so tired of them bitches making the same gay movies over and over again. It was at best mid. Same clichés, gay romance stereotypical strory, I didn’t hate it but I’ve had enough of this shit.

And it’s funny how people get mad at Heated Rivalry because it didn’t have the most fucked up depressing ending cause apparently gays only deserve to suffer in their little brains. Fine, go watch literally any other movie, there’s most certainly one gay person getting HIV or some fatal disease or some shit.

queer joy deserves representation as much as queer suffering and grief does.

THANK YOU.

Y’all mentally and emotionally ready for the next round? Because I’m genuinely not.