For Bisexual Visibility Day, I am making up for a stultifying installment of capitalism by rewatching Desert Fury (1947). Not even the location shots in that film look factual: the reconstruction of a dream.
Yesterday for the equinox, I finished my second film review this month, a fairly big deal since it has been literally a season since I have been able to think or write that much, and got outside for a walk in the newly autumn sunshine.
( Come and go, this I know. )
For this year's![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bethefirst, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theseatheseatheopensea has written fic for The Wild North (1952) and it delights me: "My heart in hiding stirred for a bird."
Yesterday for the equinox, I finished my second film review this month, a fairly big deal since it has been literally a season since I have been able to think or write that much, and got outside for a walk in the newly autumn sunshine.
( Come and go, this I know. )
For this year's
bethefirst, theseatheseatheopensea has written fic for The Wild North (1952) and it delights me: "My heart in hiding stirred for a bird."
