Moonchild

Your eyes are so, so blue; playing on grey edges. Dark craters like flying asteroids sprinkle your watercolored irises. Specks of light grey, nearly white, twist and thread their way around the asteroids, dodging each one with precision.

The moon has a man living on its surface. Your eyes have the reflection of all your secrets; just out of reach.

I'll never set foot on the moon, it's too far off, completely out of reach. I look at it every night admiring its beauty, longing to be close to it; part of its orbit.

My eyes are a far off planet, dirt and moss. I have no beautiful moon, no ocean tides. There are no deep secrets hidden on my surface, no moon to gaze up and see. My soil grows flowers of longing, bushes of dreams, moss creeping with wishes, trees pining.

The gold specks on my irises would compliment your blue. But your craters are too deep. The asteroid belt protecting you is far too secure.

I've tasted your waters; just one drop. It was the most delicious thing my tongue has ever been given. And yet, there are entire caverns full of it that I will never have the luxury of swimming in.

Your eyes are the moon. Mine are of earth. But we're light years and light years apart.

You hide yourself well. I've never wanted to.

Your secrets are sucked into the black hole in your eye's center. The moon destroyed and gone missing.

My secrets splay out; golden, bronze, precious. But for all to see. Lush forests skirt the edges, trying to shield them from reaching out too far.

But I've never been a friend of restraint and waiting. I want my moon. I long for someone to orbit me, to bring my tides to life.

Your Moon Eyes are beautiful. But they are not mine. Your secrets are just that: yours. I will try to forget. But my heart loves so deeply. And I am afraid that every time I gaze into the night sky you will be there. Your craters and asteroids taunting me.

I will relish the view I have of you every night through my window.

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here is the archive collection of these films so you can favorite on there/save if desired.

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black girl (1966) dir. ousmane sembene

the battle of algiers (1966) dir. gillo pontecorvo

paris, texas (1984) dir. wim wenders

desert hearts (1985) dir. donna deitch

harold and maude (1973) dir. hal ashby

los olvidados (1952) dir. luis bunuel

walkabout (1971) dir. nicolas roeg

rope (1948) dir alfred hitchcock

freaks (1932) dir. tod browning

frankenstein (1931) dir. james whale

sunset boulevard (1950) dir billy wilder

fantastic planet (1973) dir. rené laloux

jeanne dielman (1975) dir. chantal akerman

the color of pomegranates (1969) dir. sergei parajanov

all about eve (1950) dir. joseph l. mankiewicz

gilda (1946) dir. charles vidor

the night of the hunter (1950) dir. charles laughton

the invisible man (1931) dir. james whale

COLLECTION of georges méliès shorts

rebecca (1940) dir. alfred hitchcock

brief encounter (1946) dir. david lean

to be or not to be (1942) dir. ernst lubitsch

a place in the sun (1951) dir george stevens

eyes without a face (1960) dir. georges franju

double indeminity (1944) dir. billy wilder

wild strawberries (1957) dir. ingmar bergman

shame (1968) dir. ingmar bergman

through a glass darkly (1961) dir. ingmar bergman

persona (1961) dir. ingmar bergman

winter light (1963) dir. ingmar bergman

the ascent (1977) dir. larisa shepitko

the devil, probably (1977) dir. robert bresson

cleo from 5 to 7 (1962) dir. agnes varda

alien (1979) dir. ridley scott + its sequels

after hours (1985) dir. martin scorsese

halloween (1978) dir. john carpenter

the watermelon woman (1996) dir. cheryl dune

EDIT: part two here + the letterboxd list

But patriarchy is not a misunderstanding it's a power structure. And all power structures are held up by those with the power benefiting, not those with power not "knowing better". Ending Patriarchy essentially means you are asking billions of people to give up their power, and the obvious response from people with power is "make me"

I don't expect Bezos to redistribute his wealth because I explained labour rights, so patriarchy isn't any different. You'll never give oppressors moral awakenings. The entire point of power structures is people benefiting from harm while being emotionally insulated from it.

I don’t want love that flinches. I want the kind that leans in closer when I’m ugly, contradictory, loud in the wrong places.

Someone who doesn’t get bored of the way I overthink or how my past ghosts knock around the room some nights.