modern suits

I remember hearing about Dorianna, a YA adaptation of the Picture of Dorian Gray. At the time I hadn’t read the Picture of Dorian Gray so I had no interest. Now, having read and loved the book, it occurs to me that making Dorian a girl is strongly misogynistic. Making him a girl to suit a modern adaptation implies that today’s teen girls are the only people capable of such vanity as that which drives the original novel. It makes it seem as if her being a girl is a choice made to enhance the readers grasp on her ability to be vain and self absorbed.

Not only that, but making Dorian female (while leaving the two male figures I assume to be Basil and Henry in some corrupted form as men) is undeniably homophobic. Dorian Gray was a socially revolutionary book for gay people.

It was highly censored, but even so, the inherent gay themes of the story shocked society. One of the things Dorian does that is meant to repulse the reader is the contempt he shows for someone simply for loving another man. The book shocked society; so much so that it was used as key evidence to convict Wilde for sodomy.

If the book was gay enough to send a man to jail, that part of the book has to matter. It’s integral to the importance of the story.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.