Family can be who you choose to hang on to. I've known many people who collect, and then discard, friends. (I know this because I was collected then traded off at some point.) I have very rarely let go of friends on my own. There are one or two painful exceptions, where we've changed in... Continue Reading →
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This is the name of a very good Swiss film by Ursula Meier. The whole movie is obviously supposed to be a metaphor, but you're allowed to choose what you think it means. I watched it again with my partner last night. It's not very gay, but it was on my mind lately because I've... Continue Reading →