if my professor skates over the fact that Sonnet 20 is literally Shakespeare saying “yo I’m super gay” I’m gonna be pissed
yeah I’m angry about bi erasure too.
As a straight woman I feel the same way about erasure of GLBT people. Not intending to be offensive or anything so apologies if this is offensive but how do we know that Shakespeare’s sonnets in general are autobiographical? AFAIK that sonnet was dedicated to a man, but the feelings in the text may not be Shakespeare the poet’s but those of a persona, which doesn’t disprove or prove that he wasn’t or was gay. But then again, people in general don’t know all that much about Shakespeare’s personal feelings so anything people say is guesswork
Why would Shakespeare have invented a gay poetry writing persona when m/m activity was literally punishable by death?
I’m gonna go off on some wild guesswork here, but it’s almost like we know he was married to a woman and they had three children, but he addressed 126 stunningly lovely sonnets to men. It’s almost like we know the rest of his poems were addressed to a lady. It’s almost like Shakespeare’s works lend themselves to queer readings because he was queer and enjoyed playing with and subverting traditional notions of gender/ courtly love/ poetry. This is pretty radical, but maybe writers write about things because they want to express their lived experiences and desires.
In conclusion, LOVE THAT BISEXUAL.
Kurt Vonnegut: 16 Rules For Writing Fiction
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
9. Find a subject you care aboutand which you in your heart feel others should care about.
10. Do not ramble.
11. Keep it simple. Simplicity of language is not only reputable, but perhaps even sacred.
12. Have guts to cut. Your rule might be this: If a sentence, no matter how excellent, does not illuminate your subject in some new and useful way, scratch it out.
13. Sound like yourself. The writing style which is most natural for you is bound to echo the speech you heard when a child.
14. Say what you mean. You should avoid Picasso-style or jazz-style writing, if you have something worth saying and wish to be understood.
15. Pity the readers. Our stylistic options as writers are neither numerous nor glamorous, since our readers are bound to be such imperfect artists.
16. You choose. The most meaningful aspect of our styles, which is what we choose to write about, is utterly unlimited.
Okay so, like, maybe ignore me, but I googled this story and the first sentence or so in the article says how the butterfly asks a daisy to pick his wife and I just…
Alice: Hey, Cara? Can you choose a husband for me?
Cara: Are you… Are you fucking kidding me right now? Go marry Prichard, you weirdo.
PERFECT GIF IS PERFECT.
I’ve actually had a lot of thoughts about this arc—thoughts I haven’t had time to process out in words.
I mean, how fantastic was it to see Ewan and Alice like each other? I mean, just plain like each other. Openly.
The correct answer is really fantastic.
Having a character like Ewan, who was set up to be this dopey guy, be pretty manly and straightforward about his feelings? Maybe its just me, but it was refreshing.
Ewan realized he liked her. He came to her house. He said, “I like you.” She said, “I like you, too.” They smushed faces.
I mean, wow, look at two characters acting like normal people who like each other. It was straightforward and simple and great.
And then Andrew is forced to look at himself in the mirror of Ewan—a dude Andrew still thinks is a huge dweeb—to see what could have been, and its hilarious.
Ages ago Andrew could have thought, “I like Alice.” He could have planned a day out with her, had an awesome time, then marched into her house and said, “I like you.” And maybe she would have said, “I like you too. And also your abs”. And then they could have smushed faces.
But back then Andrew probably didn’t know he liked Alice. He probably felt comfortable and complacent and then, oops: mistakes were made and over-reactions were reacted and bam their friendship imploded.
So it totally cracks me up that dear old adorable Ewan with all his dorky wonderfulness came in and did what Andrew hadn’t. He admits to Alice’s face what Andrew can’t even admit to himself. And I think we all know that what Andrew can’t totally admit is he likes Alice a lot. (I think) he likes her on a much deeper, substantial level than Ewan (like—where’d that dope run off too? For serious).
I don’t really know where I’m going with this. If I had more time on my hands I’d be reading Pygmalion along with the show and probably finding some wonderful nuggets in there, but alas. Such is life.
reblogging for these comments. Because. Uh oh.