baby husky and its tennis ball
a white girl wearing a bindi at coachella (via damaseas)
TheBacklot: I’ve said to you before that I sometimes expect Hannibal and Will to just start kissing. The scenes are often so intimate. Can you talk about the homoeroticism between these two characters that are not gay?
Bryan Fuller: I’m not sure about Hannibal. I think Hannibal is a very broadly spectrumed human being/fallen angel, who probably is capable and interested in everything humanity has to offer. Whereas Will Graham is very definitely heterosexual, but that does not necessarily prevent us from a homoerotic subtext. It’s practically text in a couple of episodes just because we really want to explore the intimacy of these two men in an unexpected way without sexualizing them, but including a perception of sexuality that the cinema is actually portraying to the audience more than the characters are.
There’s a scene at dinner where we were tackling in the edit bay because it was so transparently homoerotic. They were doing something that was not sex or anywhere near sex, but it was shot so suggestively that they may as well have been. I think that’s the fun of this show, is that particularly at the end of episode eight, which is a very intimate moment between Will and Hannibal where Will crosses a line of sorts, with his own psyche. And Hannibal is there to welcome him on the other side with open arms. And it is, once again, not sexual in any way, shape or context, but the intimacy of the performances and the enthusiasm of Hannibal, and pride of Hannibal as he looks at Will, there is hard to deny an attraction between these men.
And, to be absolutely clear, it is not sexual, but it’s beyond sexual. It is pure intimacy in a non-physical way. But it is that intimacy between heterosexual men that I’m fascinated with because it does go beyond physical parameters to this very primal basic male bonding place. That, as a gay man, I am outside of, because it is unique. Because it is free of a sexuality and/or intimation of sexuality. Yet anyone in the audience who is attracted to either of the men will feel that energy.
"I think it would be quite something to know you in private life." -ME TO BRYAN FULLER, EVERY DAMN DAY
today i ordered six buffalo wings during late night. four of them dropped onto the floor when i was squeezing dressing into small circular containers. i ate them anyway. trash for trash, the cycle of consumption. help the planet! recycle!
afterward, standing above the bathroom sink, i gathered the tiny bird bones into a blanket of napkins—a white coffin, to shelter them from the flies. here (underneath spectacular mediocrity and nauseous linearity) flickered a light of ease. i can care, at least, for the dead; i can tend my fire trails, mend my chaos, fend off flies from the closed loop on my domain.
(i don’t know if i want to be in phase with the beat of academia anymore. after the peak of each normal node follows a descent just as steep. a regression to the mean: aren’t we all trying to integrate science and society? can’t you at least hand me this?
(how can i be afraid of decline when i still slip upslope. i am crawling and gasping for air; i feel so old. leave me in the doppler shift. i am a salesman of tiny skeletons.))
yuri of the week
What if birds could actually speak English and we were speaking bird the whole time. Like really how weird would that be?
the geese are back? God I hate them so fucking much.