we-are-infinite

dead boy detectives deserves a beach episode because edwin would not be able to comprehend modern swim suits.

crystal: wow this beach looks so cool! i can't wait to get in the water

Rewatching the final episode and thinking about Wille assuming Simon was over him. When I first watched it, I was confused why he would assume that. But thinking again about how Wille grew up, it makes sense. In the one and only scene in which Wille's mother actually tells him she loves him just the way he is, it's immediately followed by conditions of when and how he can be who he is.

It’s been a couple of years since Wille stepped down but it’s his mother’s 60th birthday and it would be weird if he avoided the celebrations entirely, so he ends up attending some sort of official royal gala. At some point he notices that the Crown Princess of Denmark seems very eager to talk to him,  saying things like she’s so happy that he’s there and that she would love an opportunity to talk to him somewhere more private. Wille isn’t very good at telling when someone is hitting on him, mainly because he’s only interested in Simon to the point that no one else even registers on his radar, but she’s very insistent. He tries to evade her as much as he can without causing an international incident but eventually she corners him and asks him to meet her the next day in her hotel room. Wille stammers that he has a boyfriend and she’s like “oh yes, bring him along, that’s a great idea” and after the gala ends Wille has to explain to Simon that he may have accidentally signed them up for a threesome. Simon doesn’t know whether to be angry at the princess’s gall or laugh at how flustered Wille is. Eventually they decide to see her the next day and politely explain that they’re not into that kind of thing. Simon is willing to give the princess the benefit of the doubt but he’s also very ready to throw dodgeballs should the need arise, international incidents be damned.

Day 6: Sara

“I’ve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table. Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. And that’s very appealing too. Woman have cellulite. All of them. It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush. Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say – what, this is it? They’re kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because it’s unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or they’ll yelp. Adults sag. It doesn’t matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I don’t know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as you’re all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right? Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that “I can stop hanging on now, I’m safe” – a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and we’re easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: I’m in it for the glow. I’ll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness.”