daylight.

okay but horror as a way to explore the trauma of womanhood. the haunted house as a representation of the maddening relegation to the domestic sphere, funhouse mirrors as a way to explore the grostesque insidiousness of beauty standards, blood and violence and gore paralleling childbirth and menstruation; insanity, madness, physical deformation being a metaphor for pregnancy and its side effects, the patriarch husband being analogous to the devil, and by extension, demonic possession as a treatise on the ubiquity of the voyeuristic male gaze. just, horror as a means to explore the trauma of womanhood!!

something about women with traditionally "male" titles like sir/prince/king/etc really does something to me.

we are in the kitchen together. I love you I want to give you everything. come stand in the kitchen while I cook for you. no you cannot help cook. this is an act of love. I am making you dinner. I am giving you food because I cannot give you my heart because I cannot give you the world. come sit at the counter and tell me stories while I chop vegetables. I care about you. I care I care. I am making us something to eat. food is love. it is special. deliberate. we are in my kitchen together and I love you

LOVE character regression. love when characters get hurt and revert to their old ways as a way to deflect, cope, and recuperate. love when they get scared to make a difficult decision. love when it takes time and effort. it's going to be worth so much more when they get better.

i love every cat in the entire world. every cat on the planet.