Moonlight. A Real Film.

M O O N L I G H T.

I think it could be argued that the film has little to do with sexuality and everything to do with a Black boy wanting to be seen by someone who can’t see the bullshit surrounding him. Seeing only him. A movie about a Black boy wanting to be touched by someone who touches him solely for the purpose of making him feel human and wanted, not out of pity or obligation. It happened to be another boy.

Fucking amazing!

I wish more people were used to films ending in a very real way. In conversations surrounding the movie, I hear “I wanted more from the ending,” and “the ending wasn’t good.” It was real. It was life. The film was consistently LIFE, unapologetically.

“This is what happens when people get to tell their own stories.” – ZhaZha GaBoyd

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