Elio and the erasure of LGBTQ+ experiences like mine

(Forgive me for a post that is entirely unrelated to books. Also, minor spoilers for Pixar's Elio follow. ) On Sunday, my dad and I went to the movies to see the new Pixar movie, Elio , which is currently bombing at the box office despite fairly positive reviews from critics. I loved it. I cried a ridiculous amount of tears in the second half and continued to cry basically the entire walk out of the theater. I loved the movie so much, I took it upon myself during the next twenty-four hours to be its word-of-mouth box-office savior. I talked it up on my blog , and on my most recent Zoom call with my fellow bloggers. I texted one of my friends about it and planned to tell another one at our next hangout. I knew Elio wasn't a perfect movie. So why did I love it so much? I was a really isolated kid. I was gay, feminine, sweet, socially anxious, and mentally ill. (I am still all of those things!) I always felt out of place and unsafe in the world. So I related to Elio's charac...