Today, I bookmarked three Christmas movies to watch on Netflix. Granted, they were the much vaunted queer ones but still, they were Christmas movies. I used to feel a literal pain in my back teeth at the site of Christmas decorations. The same sharp twinge that came from biting directly into a stale lemon candy stick, you know, the kind that only seem to be sold in farm stands and gift shops on Cape Cod. Schamltz made my skin burn; unearned earnestness made me flinch; any emotion that wasn’t delicately strained or bathed in camp was very hard to process.
Beautiful essay! I too have been leaning into comfort. I watched my first Xmas movie the Friday before Halloween, and I started listening to Christmas music because no matter my mood I can't help but sing along and be jolly to an old familiar Christmas tune. ☺️ The Spotify Time Capsule playlists have also helped to feed the joy that comes from nostalgia.
Beautiful essay! I too have been leaning into comfort. I watched my first Xmas movie the Friday before Halloween, and I started listening to Christmas music because no matter my mood I can't help but sing along and be jolly to an old familiar Christmas tune. ☺️ The Spotify Time Capsule playlists have also helped to feed the joy that comes from nostalgia.
Love this essay so much!