I just finished episode 7 and my thoughts are... varied.
Some things I liked. Some things I really didn't. Some things I just find confusing.

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I just finished episode 7 and my thoughts are... varied.
Some things I liked. Some things I really didn't. Some things I just find confusing.

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My thoughts on That™ article
I remain skeptical of the Elite Daily article. Gaten's words there sound so different to how he's spoken about queer representation before (always with sensitivity), and in his FILMED interview with Attitude Magazine (who have had their own issues with twisting words mind you...) he doesn't even speak about queer struggle in the 1980s, he actually mentions queer joy: validating the fact that openly gay people did exist in the 80s, that some fan reception was garbage and short-sighted:
"There's this weird notion… sometimes people that are ciritcal of it bring it up with like, "that didn't happen in the eighties," I'm like it didn't happen to you because no one felt comfortable telling you. There were out gay people constantly in the eighties. There was queer culture… you just didn't happen to be a part of it."
Monday, 1:39pm, Cloudy
Do souls have gender? Why does mine feel split in two, as if it can be neither nor both. Why do I feel like this, why cant i fix this. A balm to my soul, music. I wish to be I/Me/Myself. I wish to be. Just an eerie soul floating through the world, through light and shadows why cant i just be. Why must we be defined by markers, why define anything at all. Why do we crave recognition for arbitrary things, why do these things mean so much and so little.
Your confused Queer soul, Eerie.
Sunday, 9:30pm, Waxing Crescent
Watching my dearest friends playing The Outlast trials, they're kinda bad at it, but we're all laughing and having a good time. Cheque sounds like a dolphin seagull Frankenstein mix when he laughs, Snoop sounds about the same, best friends really do copy each other. Darling is doing better than both of them, and Grims headset died partway through. Watching Cheque and Snoop try and corral Grim while Darling actually does the tasks, we cant stop laughing. Grim couldn't see anything either, and I made a comment about guiding a deaf and blind person that just made us all crack up again.
My sides hurt, but its warm. My cheeks hurt, but I feel good. My toes curl, and im happy. Its been a good day.
Your dearly departed Eerie, may my thoughts rest well with you.