interpellate

Despite my best efforts to remain an aloof/cynical/angry queer, I do occasionally fall prey to sappy representations of normative gay love (as I suspect we all do!).  Although they all tend to tell the same, cliched story (boy-meets-boy, boy-is-persecuted-for-loving-boy, boy-ends-up-with-boy-despite-all-odds), sometimes you just need a happy ending.  I’ll spare you a more in-depth discussion of the oh-so-not-pornographic videos I have stashed away in a drawer for those nights when the roommate is away and I just want to sit on the couch and feel sorry for myself, and instead get to the case in point:

I think that, when set to a beautiful indie tune, a multitude of sins can be forgiven, no?  Having stumbled across this Sigur Rós video, I am reminded of a similar narrative video (this one by Broken Social Scene) that seduced me a few years ago.  It should be familiar to those of you who were readers of my first blog:

Where oh where is the indie pop gay boy of my dreams?