Okay so Ann Walker is one of the best mentally ill characters I’ve ever seen?? And she ends up happy? And she’s given agency in the story and her symptoms are shown sympathetically? HBO literally made a show for my chronically depressed/survivor lesbian ass. Your blog is lovely btw.
I think the answers to all three of those questions are yES(???), Anon. I feel so . . . satisfied(???) and that is so . . . new(???). And I feel so . . . represented(???) bc tho I don’t suffer from any of those particular things, I am a known gay and I did not see a wlw kiss on television until I was FIFTEEN goddamn years old. Is this what people have been feeling like their whole lives???? Can you even imagine???
My heart has a million little holes in it that should have been filled during my formative years by seeing people like me on tv and in movies that dealt with what it’s like to not get to hold hands and to watch the person you love marry someone she probably does not love and to wonder whether you will ever stop puking over girls who can’t be with you because they won’t be with you. And yes I have a huge chip on my shoulder about all of it but this show, seeing Anne and Ann on screen - the tears, the conversations, the comforting, the way they just are by themselves and with each other - is actually repairing the damage that has been done to my heart from decades worth of not being seen. And I think the ann(e)dom is full of people who know what that’s like and that’s why I’m not going to stop shouting from the fucking rooftops about why this show is so incredible.
And here’s Sophie Rundle’s face for good measure.