I solemnly swear never to make a joke on this movie’s name…ever again. And if the porn industry has ANY respect whatsoever they won’t do it either in their future titles.

Having seen it, now…I’m gripping its significance…and understanding only too well that there are still very few people in the world (even gay people) who are ready to understand what this film means.

I am deeply disturbed. I cried…but not one of those sad cries when you see a movie and you go “aww that’s so sad”. It was hurt. Plain and simple hurt. That film hurt. Ouch. Ugh….

No movie has ever has succeeded in providing this particular level of disturbance for me…nor will any other for a long time. And I’m thankful for it.

That movie made me see that our sometimes pitiful excuse for what we call a gay culture has life SO well…and has become so very comfortable and complacent in it when there’s so much further we have to go. But we have still come a very very long way…and that…makes me happy.

Thank you, Ang Lee. And thank you, Jake Gyllenhaal & Heath Ledger.