Trigger warning: Discussion of internalized heterosexism (including violence against queer people), and PTSD.
I hear a lot of people say BBC John Watson has to be straight, because in this day and age, he wouldn’t be so unaware of his non-heterosexual feelings and in so much denial.
OR, I hear a lot of people say that for a Johnlock story to be realistic, John must have been with men previously, or must be immediately aware that he’s attracted to Sherlock, rather than oblivious, for the same reason as above.
I simply don’t think either of these things needs to be true. “This day and age” is not exactly queer friendly. Some reasons why John’s character specifically might be in denial/closeted:
YES there’s this fetishization in our society that passage of time = progress
but that’s not true, and I LOVE that you brought up “it’s all fine” as not being explicitly queer-positive because there’s a huge difference between not caring about someone’s sexuality and understanding that it makes a difference and that you’re not DIVIDING people by appreciating those differences and the vibrancy of queer cultures.
I swear, every day I visit Redhandsredribbons’ tumblr ze has written something else brilliant
Open a document/journal/etc with your original writing. Scroll/flip to your last page. Reblog with your last line.
Clearly, I’m the master of powerful and meaningful writing.
“Then a thing ate them.”
“She’s actually sort of backed way the fuck up against Daehoon, really, all wide eyes and red cheeks. “
…I’m still working on this one.
“She tastes of winter, and when you blink she’s gone.”
I’d forgotten what I saved this as.
“The speed bump becomes a ramp… or at least it would if this was her favorite movie, Half Past Damned.”
I would like to remind you that we here at alt.hemospectrum prefer to focus on the *serious* theories, such as maleficMachinist’s theory of frogoid-devised hemoconversion as an explanation for the uptick in the midrange of the spectrum we’ve seen in recent official Department statistics.
And so Felix walked, barefoot on the smooth concrete and aged grass, walked, out of habit, towards the route he knew so well, into the brilliant rays of the still-rising sun.