When I see people still not getting why the Lexa/Clexa fandom is still upset –
Imagine if T’Challa or Wonder Woman had been killed off in their respective films.
After all the celebrating, the joy, the happiness of what these films represent to marginalised communities who never see a black or female lead superhero – imagine the anger and resentment and disappointment and heartbreak of losing that very important character within the space of an hour or two. It’s over. Done. No sequel.
Imagine all the little kids who look up to T’Challa, or Diana Prince, who finally got to dress up like a hero that looks like them. Imagine their heartbreak.
We’ve been watching for a while now, from Wonder Woman’s arrival to Black Panther – and the reaction from audiences and culture critics alike are positive, energetic validations of what these characters mean not only to them, but to society as a whole. They matter.
‘Wakanda Forever!’ has been adopted, as has Wonder Woman’s cross-armed ‘boosh’ move. People are happy and it’s good.
For a few precious months, that was the Clexa fandom. They were happy, joyous, excited for this representation they never get to see. Then she was killed and it was over.
And it didn’t help that it was on purpose, that the one who did it had twisted this vulnerable audience for his own goals and got away with it.
For a short period of time, Lexa was the closest thing to a queer superhero we had seen (even after Xena, who wasn’t allowed to be ‘out’ at the time – Lexa explicitly was). And she was killed off.
Imagine someone doing that to Black Panther or Wonder Woman.
Seems stupid, doesn’t it?
We agree. And it still hurts.







