on screen

Telling A Gay Bashing Story Without Words

This short film, writes Queerty reader W., is what he came up with after spending nine months “in drug rehab after my parents sent me to three different places for being ‘too gay.’ It’s kind of my fuck you to them (cause they sent me to New York Film Academy after I had been home a week in order to ‘re-socialize’ me back into society.)” It was produced in 2004, when W. was 16. And maybe I’m just on a bizarre “seeing the beauty in anti-gay violence” kick (or rather, “seeing the sorrow and aftermath of anti-gay violence”), but I’m enjoying this new perspective.