Remembering that queer people have always been here, and have always been hot, is a necessity if we want our present and future to be truly queer.
This is not a lesbian film. It is merely a film starring two women bursting with sexuality. And when I was 14 it was my favorite film of all time.
If only these women had allowed themselves to consummate their love for each other.
Vampyros Lesbos is not my fantasy. But it is a fantasy. And, while this fills me some guilt, I do, in fact, enjoy it.
It’s rarely suggested that Rebecca was in love with Danvers too. But she was. That’s what I’m suggesting.
I have absolutely no idea if Chantal Akerman would be delighted or horrified that I’ve written about her 1974 film in a way that, if successful, will lead you to 1) seek out the mental healthcare that you need, and 2) masturbate.
My favorite type of queer cinema classic is the kind that constantly begs the question: Is this real? Is this a real movie? Is this a real movie made in (insert year)?
“For those keeping score, this movie with no lesbians now has four lesbians. Two living, two dead. And now enters the fifth non-lesbian lesbian, the dykiest of the them all: Miss Holloway.”
“Shirley daydreams about their first meeting. “I remember thinking, What a pretty girl.” Later, Audrey kisses her cheek and Mary’s eyes widen. Mine do too.”