Desire

You stopped playing / Go back / Give me the nocturne in the dusky air. / Come closer / The earth wants immensely to know you / Begged me to introduce / You.

I can’t remember the last time I cried. Outside of watching movies or reading books, I probably only cry once or twice a year.

Do I deserve to call this violence? Was I harmed? Am I entitled to the language of hurt if I let the hurt happen to me? What does “let” mean?

Allie Light is no stranger to the world of filmmaking, having spent more than 25 years in the proverbial director’s chair over a filmography of 12 projects. But when she began production on her most recent project, she faced a cinematic challenge entirely different than any she had ever encountered behind the camera.

Now, usually, I would present a single, parable-ish narrative that highlights the existence of the patriarchy. But over the past few years, I’ve found it hard to only talk about one uncomfortable experience because there have been so many.