The thing is, representation matters, and one of the worst things that this kind of narrative does is that it expects an LGBTQ audience to be satisfied with the bare minimum. When this bare minimum is not met with automatic praise and thanks, the audience is punished in any number of ways, from a producer’s social media snarkery to claims by the mainstream media that the darned homosexuals just aren’t grateful enough. Even the smallest amount of negative reaction is cited as reason enough to not bother with such a storyline in the future.
It’s sort of like showing up to Thanksgiving having said you’d bring green bean casserole, except you brought a single green bean on a paper plate. Even though this will obviously not feed any of the other guests and barely counts as a green bean casserole, you sneer at those who are protesting, telling them that they never specified what a green bean casserole is and besides that, they’re being whiny babies. You wave the single limp green bean in the air and tell them that it’s obvious they’ll never be happy, that they’re complaining for the sake of complaining and it’s no wonder they don’t get to eat quality green bean casserole, because nobody wants to share green bean casserole with such an aggressive and unfriendly group. In other words, making a character gay only to immediately write them out of the show makes me feel like shoving a green bean up someone’s nose."
excerpt from the piece i’m writing for autostraddle on why i’ve stopped recapping once upon a time, because they pulled some bullshit (via trashydyke)
This very eloquently explains why I stopped watching Once Upon A Time, and why I stop watching so many other shows/reading comics or books/etc. It’s disheartening, and it wears on you. It hurt me to my core that a show about true love was only for straight people.
And it makes me so angry when people come to me and they say WELL THIS ONE CHARACTER IS GAY SO WHY DID YOU STOP WATCHING IT. Because it’s not enough. Because it’s not fucking enough, and it never is, and it never will be.
A throwaway gay character isn’t enough. Sam Wilson and James Rhodes aren’t enough. Black Widow and Maria hill aren’t enough, and Scarlett Witch won’t fucking be enough. And I am SICK of people acting offended because I refuse to be satisfied with the barest minimum of representation. I am sick of one green bean, while everyone else gets to eat a casserole.
additionally, I CANNOT GET OVER Steve’s fucking Sadness Errands that he keeps running around DC, like, his schedule literally goes
6 AM: jogging
7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options
3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall
4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s
6 PM: dinner for one
7 PM: contemplate own loneliness, probably
yeah but what if fred weasley became a hogwarts ghost
pulling pranks and flirting with seventh-years and telling an over-exaggerated version of his death to anyone who will listen, haunting slytherin first years and popping up in the boring classes and making faces at the teachers behind their backs
skip a few decades. george weasley dies.
fred’s ghost is never seen again in hogwarts