tear

(oh my gosh.. i'm making a fucking fool of myself describing what i feel about a movie shown a decade ago. sorry. can't help it. sucks, but, well.. i can't keep my feelings bottled up, can i? Ü)

so i cried watching brokeback mountain.

it's not just a movie about gays, about the persecution of gays, or about the real homophobic society to which we all symbolize..

it is, above all, a love story -- a story of a man's inability to stand by his love. and almost everybody, be they gay, lesbian, hetero, male, female, white, black, european, american, asian, or african, knows that fear, that conflict, that tragedy on which ennis and jack were bound.

of course, everybody who has seen this knows this. but this is sorta a reminder:
true love knows no gender.

on the lighter side of things, my dad saw me crying, and we laughed a good laugh. haha.

p.s. anne proulx's short story is online. click here.