The lack of space for queer opens a void to fall into. In Blue
(Derek Jarman, 1993), the lack of space used on-screen overwhelmed me as if I
was drowning, struggling to understand where I was or how I was supposed to
react and feel. The void is a space in itself that can unhinge the very nature
in which it exists. If I consider a lack of space long enough it can become a
space, like if you were to analyse the most normal seeming person for long
enough, they may seem too normal. A heterosexual male who lives with his wife
and 2.5 kids in a house with a picket fence, is considered a stereotypical
median in society when in fact it is a physical impossibility. If nothing is
what it initially seems, our expectations and preconceptions are void also.
Society reinforces codes and conventions around sexuality and logic which can
be entirely unravelled. The space we have created for ourselves causes us to
fear rejection and limit our uniqueness when there is nothing wrong with
existing eccentrically when nobody is completely centric.
