Hate Crime

Just watched and am now rewatching tonight’s Queer as Folk. And — spoiler alert! — the big event that I had feared from watching last week’s previews was, indeed, a bombing at Babylon, which was hosting a benefit/rally against Proposition 14, an anti-gay piece of legislation that has been a focal point for several episodes now.

OK, I realize this is all fiction; however, what with the recent explosions in London and the general chaos in Iraq and Afghanistan (and elsewhere), I can’t help but think it is timely fiction, at the very least.

Of course, when I hear of some randomly unrandom explosion, I think of Cutter and how he died. And I am sad for that, and sad for these characters on this show that I have grown to love.

Sad for the world, in general.

And pissed, naturally.

And last night, for the second time, I watched 1984. I don’t remember liking it all that much the first time I saw it, even though I had really enjoyed the book and was totally psyched to see it when I heard the Eurythmics were doing the soundtrack. (Perhaps I was irritated that they hadn’t included all of Dave & Annie’s songs IN the film??!)

Anyhoo, this time I really enjoyed it. Despite the fact it was on from midnight to 2 a.m., which totally fuct-up my day today.

: )

I nearly jumped off the couch when Winston said, “We are the dead.” And Julia said, “We are the dead.” And the voice behind that picture on the wall said, “We are the dead!”

John Hurt was amazing in this film.

Sexcrime

Can I take this for granted
With your eyes over me?
In this place, this wintry home
I know there’s always someone in

Sexcrime
Sexcrime
Nineteen eighty-four

And so I face the wall
Turn my back against it all
How I wish I’d been unborn
Wish I was unliving here

Sexcrime
Sexcrime
Nineteen eighty-four

I’ll pull the bricks down
One by one
Leave a big hole in the wall
Just where you are looking in

— The Eurythmics