Are you ready?” Chloe called as she walked from the ensuite, pushing the back of the earring into place.

Luna, standing in the stillness of the living room, called, “Yes,” before picking up her clutch, and walking towards the anteroom. Standing, waiting, are the faces of her life, Galla, Abraxas, Jamere, Caro, Arlo and Quin.

You look beautiful,” Chloe said, breathless at the sight of Luna. It is ridiculous she felt this way all the time, “Ready?”

Luna nodded and pressed for the elevator, the group filling it when it arrived.

As they crossed the lobby one the elevator let them out, the doorman opened the external doors to escort the ladies to the waiting car, and with a brief slight hum, they knifed into traffic.

Luna picked up Chloe’s hand to lace their fingers together, squeezing her hand tightly. Feeling her as a reality was infinitely insane. Chloe could tear her apart and put her back together with just her voice.

The speech ready?” Chloe asked.

Luna nodded and smirked, “Can’t wait.”

Silence rested with them for the remainder of the journey. They pulled up to the conference space forty minutes later and walked through the crowd. Finding their names at tables delicately prepared, chatter ensued, small voices becoming a cacophony of noise. Food was served and removed, wine gently flowed through the room, relaxing the participants.

Hunter Parker, CEO of Rainbeaux Homeless Youth Charity and the host of the Esther Ball, stood to the podium while flashing lights dimmed and rose to seek the silence of the crowd. Once the audience calmed, Hunter began.

Welcome to the annual Esther Ball, in support of Rainbeaux Homeless Youth Charity. We welcome tonight Luna de la Sky as our guest speaker. Her story is a fascinating one. Over seven years ago, at fourteen, Luna and Kai-Tashka Semira, escaped an alternative enclosed community with no access to outsiders. Kai, whose death, along with his partner, Gerome, shocked us all was active in HYC programs and while many of us remember him fondly, we had little knowledge of this past. Please welcome Luna de la Sky.”



Blue is the Warmest Colour (Review)

The final scene of this movie destroys all that preceded it by creating a responsible hetero-normality that needs to be maintained. Adele, the character we follow throughout this movie, is allowed the experimentation of youth only to be reigned back in by the majority, the masculine influence subtly influencing all three evolution’s of this movie. Emma, being the artist and having blue hair when we first meet her, is highlighted as “alternative” and allowed to remain outside of “normality.” Adele is a teacher who is balanced badly against the passionate Emma, she becomes a caricature of a tourist who graduates with her career into hetero-normal interactions with the opposite sex.

In sacrificing a delineated time-frame, all notion of the significance of this relationship is lost. What remains is a portrait of how heterosexual men fantasize and infantasize lesbianism as sexual exploitation of youth that is easily swayed by penis. The not so hidden message is not one of exploration but of exploitation. Instead of focusing on the three-part story arch of a relationship, it focuses instead sexualisation of Adele by men. Her story is not defined by her relationship with Emma, but with the three very definitive men dominating, and book ending the graphic (unrealistic) lesbian sex scenes.

Part One of this story is the corruption a 15 year of Adele, who eats candy and sugary treats as if she had forgotten that this was indeed not Hansel and Gretel. She is searching for the intangible, undefinable, that will gift her herself. Her young, inexperienced boyfriend is found to be deficient and cast aside for the intriguing blue haired artist, Emma, who exposes her to the wider and a far more adult world of culture, sophistication, acceptance and sex. In Part two, an indeterminable amount of time has past and Adele is living with Emma. Emma, confident, is a woman comfortable with her desires and has followed her passion in life. She is unashamedly intelligent, well educated and has attracted a circle of friends reflective of these things. Adele, however, has forged a career that she thought she should, as a teacher, but it is clearly not her passion. She is unhappy, unbalanced and is unable to be as fulfilled within herself as Emma is. This leads to a lack of passion or interest and Adele is intimidated by Emma’s opinionated and intellectual friends, being unable to contribute. This leads Adele to an affair with the obligatory second act male, the defined bookend penis to rectify her incompleteness. This affair leads to an irrevocable break with Emma, unable to accept the devastating betrayal. Adele retreats into her grey, banal unchallenged existence, while Emma utilizes this within her art and can fall back on her friends.

Another indeterminable amount of time later (I have seen it estimated at three years) we again meet with Adele for the third act. She contacts Emma and meets her at a cafe, only to find that she, confident and comfortable, has moved on and in with a partner. Although expressing tenderness for Adele, Emma rejects any notion of a return to a relationship. Attending Emma’s exhibition, Adele recognizes it as an example of her own failure and of Emma’s success, and leaves the exhibition. She is chased by another male. Three parts, three time periods, three males.

This is how alleged lesbian movies fail Lesbians, and to a wider extent, Queer movies fail the Queer community. Instead of being a failed love story, the insinuation is that Adele is easily pursued by male members of the community and has marginalized her experiences to youth and follie. Coming out movies are valuable to younger members of the Queer community and should not be underestimated, but when movies like Blue is the Warmest Colour are release, they should be honest about content and intent. This movie is not about lesbians or queer relationships. It is not even a failed love story. It is about how Lesbians are fetishised in a masculine culture for the gratification of men. Want more evidence? Just watch those ludicrous, unrealistic sex scenes.