I asked if he was considering having children.
well, there's so much that nobody was saying. Everyone laughs, sings, parties together. On the outside, everyone looks so put together. I was still wrestling with my anger with "T," my own feelings of worthlessness for not having protected my siblings, and my anger with my dad for just having another cocktail with all of the craziness. a woman who seems fine on the outside, but almost as if there's something stirring underneath.
"T" married a woman he had dated for several years - a woman I don't like.
Mind you, I once found naked photos of my father with his sister.įast-forward to 10 or 12 years later. My dad drank, but then again that had started way before any of this. It seemed that everyone I knew, every young family member, had been affected. My youngest brother started getting high at age 12, and I've never seen him sober since. Each of those siblings went on to start drinking and using drugs. Minimal, if any therapy, was received by my other siblings. Then, my other brother, age 6, said that he didn't want to talk about it. Then, my cousin said that he used to come over to her house when her dad wasn't home and asked if he could be her first kiss. My sister, age 8, then came forward and said that "T" had also been molesting her ever since she could remember. My brother, a minor himself, went into counseling. The family friend was indicted by a grand jury, and then a few days later shot himself before standing trial. "T" told everyone about how this family friend had been "raping" him for years. she had somehow connected all the dots already. This was when I was 18, the other two brothers were 10 and 12 at the time. It was found out by my mother (divorced from my father) who walked in on two of my other brothers engaged in fellatio. He would come over and they would get so sloshed together that this friend would end up spending the night. This friend had been one of our dad's drinking buddies. Which is probably why they play so well at gay film festivals.When I was 18, I found out that my brother (I'll call him "T") had been sexually abused for years by a family friend. These films are incredibly middlebrow, singularly whitebread and their values basically pander to a gay bourgeois sensibility. There's hope for queer cinema in the works of Todd Haynes, Sadie Benning and the late, great Marlon Riggs.but not here. Not a lot of imagination in their writing or execution basically they follow a point-and-shoot, shot/reaction shot/master shot convention which becomes painfully dull after five or so minutes. In terms of cinema these shorts play like tacky little gay afterschool specials. Most egregious of all is "Dorothy" whose preposterous premise is that a cute young guy will have trouble getting laid in NYC due to a shortage of identifiable availabe gay guys in his vicinity. Unfortunately they suffer from what afflicts much of modern gay cinema recycled plots, too familiar devices (i have seen the "pool" setting way too many times in gay male films) and hackneyed scripts. It's nice that these three young directors have produced films with good productions values and decent acting.