clownery

My expectations for lgbt movies are literally so low, I remember watching Maurice for the first time ever and being really anxious during that one final scene where Maurice is looking for Alec in the boathouse cause I genuinely thought Alec would report him to the police or something cause I just assumed it was going to have a sad ending because it was a gay movie literally made in the 80s what was I expecting? but then I get pleasantly surprised with the actual ending of the movie, I just sort of assumed someone was gonna die or something bad would happen at the end because that was literally what always happened in queer movies, finding one that isn't just the bury your gays trope is honestly so refreshing

Sometimes I go to bed and think: Is Clive like actually asexual or is he just really repressed and uses Plato as an excuse to not act on his desires because deep down it'd make him feel guilty?

I'm way too fucking hot to know basic math

every time I re read Maurice I notice a small detail that I either forgot about or didn't really pay attention to the other time I read the book and I'm left like "wow wasn't expecting that" even though it's like the 100th time I read that book

Alec Scudder ate out the rich, let's all thank him for doing leftist praxis