where the blue meets the green

Hua Yong — master at chasing his dreams and an expert at making his dreams come true.

Right after the 70s, when homosexuality formally became outlawed in most places, queer people finally began having an outlet to express themselves, we could be gay in public and not be killed for it. That meant something. But at the same time, the social stigma remained. The “Bury your gays” trope and “gay villain” archetypes dictated the ways we could be seen by society and exist in it. There wasn’t a space for us. In many countries, there still isn’t a space for us today.

So where does this leave us? What do a bunch of outcasts do? They create their own family. Queer people have historically created their own groups, little families they share both platonic and romantic bonds with. It’s not quite the same as a blood related family, you won’t really kiss your actual brother (hopefully) but it’s close enough. It’s who we are. It’s what we have. It’s us.

That’s what the dynamic in revenged love reminds me off. Guo Chengyu’s parents wanted a daughter and struggle with accepting him. Chi Cheng parents can’t deal with his sexuality. Wu Suowei’s parents never got a chance to love the truest version of him. Jiang Xiaoshuai’s parents aren’t even relevant enough in his daily life to be mentioned.

Maybe all four of them really love their families and are loved back in equal amounts but it doesn’t change the fact that within their family, in the traditional form, none of them quite belong.

Therefore, they do what queer people have done for generations and create this weird queer platonic friendship with each other that edges on all sorts of connotations because they can.

It’s who they are. It’s them. It’s a dynamic that’s fit only for them and they’ve created it for themselves. The ultimate queer experience.

So I’m not saying all gay people have sex with each other or reintroducing the stereotype that all LGBTQ folk are hyper sexual. But what I am saying is in a world which doesn’t allow us to explore love on our terms, we have always created a world of our own to explore. Love isn’t just sexual, romantic or platonic for us. It’s how we choose to define it. It’s how the four of them choose to define it.

Half of it sleeping, trusting and content, in his arms; the other half fussing lovingly over him.

Say what you want to say. After I finish this cigarette, you won't get the chance to do so.

go on king, be on ur worst behaviour!!!

"We've always been ... this close."