Imagine being the kind of dumb little bitch who is put off by how horny this movie is. Imagine being the kind of dumb little bitch who is unhappy drowning in these waves of eroticism. The kind of dumb little bitch who sees all these impeccable sex scenes that are really fucking hot and viscerally illustrate a character's internal world, and then writing reviews talking out your ass bout how it's ~the male gaze~.
Not me. I'm the kind of dumb little bitch who lives for this shit.
As someone who’s been dating divorced dykes in their 30s/40s since I was 18 (largely because they were attracted to the fact that I knew exactly who I was), I cannot for the life of me believe or understand why Carol would be interested in a squirrelly blank slate like Therese.
Great movie but it’s popular because it’s wish fulfillment porn for sheepish lesbians with no personality/sense of self who want a mommy dyke to nurture them but don’t have…
cannot overstate that this is likely to remain the romcom of the decade for me.
Finally a love story for the exhibitionist couples made of sadistic high femmes and the androgynously effeminate freaks who open their holes and flesh for them. Me and my lady couldn’t stop going “awww”
Thoughts:
- I did poppers like 20 times during this movie because it’s queer cinema and I’m not sorry.
- gay for women but not gonna lie I’d let Knoxville hit it.
- watching Jackass for the first time since I became someone who takes large amounts of pain for recreation and art has me thinking a lot about the blurred lines between pain and pleasure when shown onscreen. Like what’s the difference between me getting stapled to a mattress…
