I love to watch movies, but I rarely get the time anymore. Why? Because I want to enjoy the movie. I want to savor what I'm watching.
So what did I watch?
Actually, I watched a Sean Penn movie, Milk.
I like a movie that makes me think. And this one did, but not just because of the political statement. Yes, I liked the statement, but I'm not here to get political. I find myself feeling awful for Scotty in this movie. He loved so much, but other stuff got in the way. The tragic-ness of it tugged at my heart.
Actually, I wanted to blog about being accepted and this just fit-when something becomes tragic and doesn't need to.
Some people just can't accept. That's sad. I recently had an instance where a person found out I wrote erotica, and that person vented their opinions.
Is there something wrong with someone writing a story that celebrates sexuality? I don't think so. It's not.
But I think I'll stop now because I'm afraid I'm getting preachy and that's not my intention at all.
And yes, I still feel sorry for Scotty.