If anything, every new queer film I stumble across brings me even more delight than the last. And though I’m now a fully out adult who can hang out with other queer people in real life instead of just at the movie theater, the excitement of discovering a story I can see myself in hasn’t waned at all over the years. In the decade since, LGBTQ representation in media has only continued to proliferate.
(The “sweet little figs” scene, in case you were wondering-the girls who get it get it.) Even so, it wasn’t until years later, when I first saw Blue Is the Warmest Color, that I actually found a queer story that reminded me of my own. The first time I ever saw lesbians onscreen was when my high school’s Gay Bisexual Straight Alliance played part of the first scene of the original L Word series. Perhaps it’s trite to say that “representation matters,” but some things are cliché because they’re true.
