You know what I want? I want two scenes, one from the perspective of each person in a heterosexual relationship, and I want them to be thinking the same things.
I want each to be the first one awake or the last one up. I want them to catch sight of their partner in bed, covers strewn all over, bare skin showing beneath.
And I want their reactions to be the same. I want both of these characters to feel an overwhelming rush of attraction and a sense of beauty. I want them both to see the curve of their partners neck where it meets the exposed skin of their shoulder, and I want them to practically shiver at the realisation of how exquisite their partner looks in the early morning sun or the faint traces of starlight.
I want the woman to be just as affected by her partner’s appearance as the man is. I want the woman to want it just as much; I want the man to be just as nervous and cautious - just as afraid - but in that exciting way where they’re in anticipation of something wonderful and incredible and with the potential to be so magnificently perfect that he is willing to take that leap of faith with hardly a second thought. I want him to be just as fearful of a broken heart and just as hopeful about a future and a life together.
I want them to be equally affected. I want the woman’s reaction to be just as physical, just as deeply set in her gut. I want the man’s reaction to be just as sentimental.
I want a relationship where they are portrayed as equals, where they both want sex and they both want love, because I don’t understand how people can have monogamous relationships where the people involved don’t crave the same things. If neither of them want love, that’s fine. If neither of them want sex, that’s fine. But I’m sick of this gender divide where each person involved can only be seen to want one thing, and I’m sick of how society is still telling people they can’t want the other.
