![]() ![]() In the 1960’s, gay men were characterized as creatures of exaggerated nature, almost goblin-like, moving in disquieting maneuver and shooting unicorns and rainbows out of their assess. She was a closeted lesbian, and consequently, a devoutly evil being. Danvers in Hitchcock’s Rebecca? She was a being of toasted hatred, bombinating like a rusty phantom through the trammeled memorabilia of her deceased patroness, whom she was in love with. They were aware of their deformed nature, and therefore, their only reachable atonement was dead. In the 1940’s and 1950’s, homosexual characters portrayed on screen, were abominable creatures filled with consuming rancor and burning remorse. If we were to examine the outcast history of cinema, we would get to the conclusion that this bell has rang with ambivalent blusters along the years. So, at the end, it is your choice, and your choice only, to either glide through life like a cipher constraining the noise emanating from your bell, or you make it ring in enchanting melodies, with all the pride and ceremonious happiness residing in your heart. There is no escape from its clangs and clatters. A cloud of jingles is always following, always haunting your every move. Being gay is like being born with a golden bell attached to your neck.
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