Scene 3: Soft moments, Queer truths
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Is queerness sometimes most visible in the soft moments, a glance, a pause, a touch, rather than in any spoken confession?
I watched Queers (BBC, 2017) in the first week of this module; each episode features a character alone in a room, basically telling a story. This approach - using monologue - makes queerness feel intimate and close; they are filled with small movements, glances, and gestures that reveal much more than what theyâre actually saying, inviting you to read between the lines and âqueerâ what youâre seeing and hearing. âMissing Aliceâ, for example, is an episode that was written to mark 50 years since the 1967 sexual offences act, where Alice talks about her gay husband. Her body language - her stiffness portrays her as someone who has learnt to keep everything in, small hand movements voicing her anxiety, breaking eye contact when she edges towards the truth - conveys the fear and heartbreak of loving a man she will never fully reach and exposes what I like to call the âinvisibleâ Women of queer history, the wives who knew and therefore lived their lives restrained by laws that werent even about them. Glyn Davisâs (2009) idea of âqueer intimacies of the everydayâ: queerness expressed not through spectacle, but through small, human gestures that carry emotional truth, echoes these small instances we see in the monologues.Â
Recently watching Godâs Own Country (Francis Lee, 2017) made me come back to these episodes of Queers (BBC, 2017), where in one we get monologues, the other gives us silence. Johnny and Gheorge say very little at the beginning; instead, queerness pokes through touch and the space they share. Their intimacy isnât addressed aloud, but felt in their rhythm and glances. I felt these two texts could be connected through their commitment to subtlety, to the little, personal moments in which queer experience comes to light, not through dramatic turning points, but through the everyday textures of life.Â
Queerness isnât always loud; sometimes it's whispered through the softness of being seen.Â










