I don’t think people understand. Like when you’re queer you’re constantly surrounded by heteronormativity. From the moment you walk outside there’s a strict underlining that says men should be with women. You go to the store and find ads made to identify with women and men in strict gender roles for marketing’s sake. You see ads of only men with women. And if a man or woman deviates from these roles they are quickly ridiculed as if to remind you that as a “deviant” you are laughable. I mean you sit down and crack open a history book to find every president in history, including the current president, has at some point been willing to deny you basic human rights so long as they got elected at the end of it. You find that around the world there are people literally being mutilated and executed simply for being what society considers an abomination. You open a Bible and often see condemnation before you see deliverance for something you didn’t choose. And even if you realize the underlying message of love and acceptance in the Bible and can recognize/reconcile your faith then you will find large groups of people who try and invalidate your faith despite being sinners themselves.
So yes. When Lexa dies its not just the character I’m upset about. It’s the fact that for three minutes out of forty three minute episodes, Clarke and Lexa would find a quiet moment to smile. To feel. To make a suffocating world that much more breathable for me. And that was real. And Jason Rothenberg and everyone else failed to uphold that. They failed to see that killing her just moments after making love is the same as ridiculing Girl A because she doesnt buy Product X to impress Boy B. Or disregaurding the oppression of my community because it didn’t fit with an agenda. Or condeming someone for something they didn’t choose to eternal misery. It’s all related to the core principle that they chose their overwhelming irgnorance and willful misunderstanding over respecting me.
And I not only think they don’t understand. I think at some level, when they crawl into their heteronormative beds, unquestioningly enjoying their heteronormative routine, praying their heteronormative prayers, on some level they just don’t care. LGBT fans don’t just deserve better. We deserve respect.
Sincerely,
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