Close but No Cigar: Does This Left-Handed PSA Make the Right Point?
Yes, yes, yes, we know that being left-handed was once synonymous with witchcraft, demonic possession, sin, and a host of other laughable (now) imagined offenses that people were persecuted, harassed and killed over.
Much like, say, the homosexual experience in many parts of the world today.
But there’s just something about this PSA that missed the mark for me. It’s beautifully shot and executed well. One gets the feeling that they producers accomplished exactly what they set out to while filming.
Maybe it’s because many gay teen boys already go through their own personal struggles with their hands. I know I did. My mannerisms from my elbow down came hardwired in all of the ways a teenage boy does not want to be hardwired when he is trying to escape his peers’ gaydar. I remember making a conscious effort for years to keep my wrists straight, to not look at my fingernails with my digits splayed wide open, to not let my watch slip around to the underside of my lanky-ass wrist.
My gay, gay hands really did bring me endless anxiety and judgement. I don’t need a metaphor to break this experience down for me.
So you tell me, are you feeling this left-handed PSA? Does it miss the point for you? Or does it hit close to home?
Did you struggle with gay hands as a teenager? Is gay a hands even a thing? Or was it just my thing?