my issue with all of these ppl whinging about lafou is the fact that like?? the only thing they’re complaining about is the fact that he’s not being represented the Exact Way they want him to be which imo is harmful in itself because like? people are just. people. there aren’t two gay men that are exactly alike- just like there aren’t any two lesbians, two bi people, two of our lovely trans brothers or sisters- none of them are the same as the next. expecting lefou to fall into one single mold is stereotyping, regardless of where that mold comes from.
is lefou a little (dare i say it) flamboyant? yes! but nowhere near as flamboyant as lumiere, or gaston, who are both coded as Violently Straight. it’s musical theatre, people. set in france. FRANCE. let’s throw it back to les mis- is there a single character in it that isn’t the most extra bitch alive? how about lafayette? like yall. ffs.
lefou may just be a character, but to many he’s a person with many different facets, not just a one-dimensional cardboard cutout with “QUEER REP” written on its forehead in sharpie. he’s not the Gay Best Friend- he’s just the best friend who happens to be gay.
Girls like us, get it. We spend hours Swapping flowers And noticing not Very much. Silence Is our music. We choose Kisses for sustenance. Maple syrup is our Lipstick. Skirts purple Like olive green in Between the sighs of The afternoon in the Swooning summer park. Dark looks are our comic Exchanges. A frown is A jest, role play, a gay Feathering. Weather Spies on us, cheekily. We grin like sleek Bee-hearted seals. Untease my tickled heart. Be art with me. “Is that Pretentious?” I ask. “I hope So,” you laugh. Ask all of me.