My brain reels at the idea of a cat... which is theorethically covered in fur... having male pattern stubble on its head where a person does... despite the fact that it is still a cat, pretty much covered in fur overwise.
Let alone that the baldness forms a Rorsharch pattern evoking the genital folds of some kind of lady alien, very different from lady humans OR lady cats, but still the alien version of a lady.
The ways in which these characters are sometimes cats, sometimes people, sometimes both and sometimes sort of neither will... probably confuse and fascinate me forever.
They're not like in "Garfield" where cats look like cartoony exaggerations of cats that just act and think like people and... they're not like Japanese-beastiality/furry pornography either, where they're just human girls with cat ears and cat tails and fur all over their horrible horrible atrocity bodies.
Achewood hangs in some contradictory fuge state between these approaches, like a semi-lucid dream where you can bring back the dead just by looking at your hands but can't summon up girls you knew in college (naked) to save your life.
Absurdist poetry where just as you think you've gotten the point, it slips back through your hands like sand.
I should be completely laughing at Ray's faux-classy frat-boy trying-to-be-sensitive-and-not-at-all-getting-it-because-he's-Ray vision of the gay life... it is funny... but man, I'm just stuck on this. How does a cat have male pattern baldness and also have hair all over his body?
X-Men comics also did this to me. They said Nightcrawler was covered in blue fur but, in effect, he always looked to just have blue skin... and then he had normal "hair" on his head? It completely threw my twelve-year-old mind off. Did he have to shave "normal" hair from becoming a beard but the fuzz underneath grows back semi-instantly?
The movies, of course, punted and just gave him blue skin with lotsa scars and tattoos and stuff. This may or may not be because Nightcrawler was played and directed by two dudes, both gayer than fifteen Pats in a bathhouse.
If Ray's wisdom teaches us anything, it's that dudes that gay don't have time to be reasoning out the Nightcrawler skin/hair paradox, they're too busy gettin' drunk in hotel rooms, all sendin' out for dudes.
"Screw it," Singer might say, "...he's just got blue skin and tattoos, okay? I GOTS TO GET MY GAY ON!"
This is how most decisions are made in Hollywood. We call it Occam's Gay Razor.
The gayest member of the crew is given the hardest decisions and a bottle of expensive booze. His need to quickly get his gay on forces him to come up with options that no one else could even picture, without the pressure of needing to get one's gay on.
Us straighties'll stand around playing Tetris on our cellphones while the gay dudes push through all the difficult choices with the help of Occam's Gay Razor. While all this is going on, the lesbians are building the sets.
It's a rich tapestry.
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Topic: January the 2nd, 2007 - Cask Strength Gay (Read 4346 times)