Because I was so poor in the northwestern wind to eat skewers of candied haws, I finally stopped cooking today. I had a weak spleen and stomach, and I ate white porridge for a day. Eating white porridge and pickles, watching the movie The Kids are Alright. This year’s gay family extramarital affairs are seemingly lively-gay families, the intervention of sperm donors, bisexual extramarital affairs, and adolescence. As the opening film of the Los Angeles Film Festival and the closing film of the Sydney Film Festival, in fact, the artistry of this film is average, just a delicate narrative and a complete expression of personality. The characteristics are more in its subject matter. Its progressiveness is to describe a different subject in a general way, not to portray homosexuality in a facial makeup. However, the radical homosexual themes are mixed with conservative middle-class family concepts. Like many similar works in recent years, the nicheization of gender orientation needs to wear the jacket of mainstream economic status.
The world is so big that it is difficult for one person to see the whole picture of society as a whole. I am only optimistic that it will become more diverse and more tolerant. Everyone can find their own circle, and can also allow the existence of other circles. Everyone is no longer a pawn in a game of chess or all established social roles, but can be respected, understood, allowed to express, and allowed to change as a three-dimensional person with flesh and blood and emotions. Can this country where the ruler, ruler, minister, father, son and son were able to withstand such expectations...
I am not radical, but all mavericks will have a blessing from me.
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