It is an absolute pleasure to read Midnight Sun just to cringe at it. But I am here to make it even cringier! I'm sure they have been WAY too many Twilight metaphors, but I'm adding one more to the pile: behold, Twilight through the lens of my gay Mormon religious trauma.
It was about time I wrote this blog post. It needs to be done. I recently began re-reading Stephanie Meyers' Twilight series documenting teenage Bella's obsession with her sparkly stalker vampire boyfriend Edward. Oooh, it sounds harsh when you put it that way, doesn't it? I just finished the second book, New Moon, today, and... Continue Reading →