My Cardboard Balcony

Thank God For Lesbians by Belinda Roddie Thank God for lesbians! They are so fair and ravishing, their bodies bending toward each shaft of light, their flesh yielding to air that's delicate like sand upon a shore. Two women kiss and fondle each bosom and coo to one another's lullabies that rise and fall like an echoing drum and have melodies that would make kings cry, dabbing at their thick and heavy brows. We are beautiful enough to make men swoon but also understand we're out of reach, a flickering moment in a monsoon, a storm of romance that they cannot touch, that they can only witness - our love's trust.

The film shoot was a complete and total disaster - possibly not anything that could hold a candle up to certain cinematic shenanigans, but still pretty terrible. For one thing, the main actor, who had been fighting norovirus for about two days, proceeded to projectile vomit during one of the most romantic scenes in the movie. As he was carted away, the Director of Photography suddenly decided that he wanted to argue with the film's director about the way the cameras were positioned - something that the director was not too thrilled about, and she showed it by the way she ran her fingers through her short red hair.