queer people for years, centuries, have been oppressed for being their most authentic selves, by the people who call themselves heroes and us the monsters, even nowadays with the most recent law for allowing discrimination against queer people in America. They call themselves the good guys, the saviours, the ones completely in the right and justified for hating against people just trying to live their lives. And apparently we're supposed to be the bad guys in this story.
i'm so glad that this movie came out when it did, the world really needs it.
every time I am too sad to think straight or too numb or when life gets a bit too heavy I remember the existence of waloyo yamoni. sung in lango, created and conducted by christopher tin, and performed by the royal philharmonic orchestra featuring the angel city chorale, prima vocal ensemble, and lucis choirs. the joy and beauty of that piece never, never fails to move me