Your posts are comedy!! Please talk to me about Gentleman Jack😊
I find humor to be an effective means of assuaging all the FEELS I’m having, second only to large quantities of alcohol which would be inappropriate at the moment considering I’ve got work to do rn…
But in reality my insides look like this:
You wanna know why? Because this ^ scene. This scene broke me. This scene in which Anne - still with bruises on her face from the hired thug and bruises on her ego from Ann’s “I can’t” response to her proposal - tries to have sex with Ann and can’t, because she’s feeling too much. In which Anne “force-to-be-reckoned-with” Lister confesses how isolating and emotionally exhausting it is to have to “rise above” every day. In which Anne, who has spent the better part of 2 episodes now trying to convince herself that “she cares not much” for Ann, in this moment can’t deny how devastated she is that Ann came so close to being able to do this. This scene in which, despite the failed engagement, their impending distance, their utter heartbreak, Ann still holds Anne as she sobs into her face and chest, because this is what relationships between women are like - the one person who can absolutely level you is the only person who can bring you solace.
And honestly if “but you came so close” isn’t the fucking truest phrase in the world when it comes to lesbian relationships. How many of us have had our hearts broken, not because we did something wrong or didn’t try hard enough, but because someone else came so close but couldn’t. 🙋♀️. This scene fucking flattened me.