cuddling
by Douglas
Messerli
Andrii
Zhuravskyi (screenwriter and director) King of Spades / 2022 [13
minutes]
A couple, Ace
(Andrew Haughton) and Gus (Callum Lloyd), have been hanging out together for
several days now, jerking off in the back of the car, heavily kissing, and
getting to know one another, at least that is what Gus imagines.
As this short film begins, they have now
joined up in Ace’s bedroom for what the viewers and Gus might imagine will be a
full night of sex, since Gus has expressed his desire to stay over.
But something’s wrong, particularly when
Ace removes the handsome Gus’ hand from his knee and scurries off to the
kitchen to make them some ginger tea.
There he meets up with apparently his
housemate, Emma (Katarina Håkansson) who queries Ace if he’s told him yet.
For first time viewers of such a
situation, the question must stymie their imagination. But those of us who have
fully engaged ourselves in the LGBTQ+ world recognize almost immediately, even
in the characters, name, that Ace is the rainbow abbreviation for asexual, one
of the newer additions to the endless list of sex and gender spectrums not
folded into the LGBTQ+ community.
As Ace asks Gus when he returns back with
the tea to find Gus now half-undressed, can we just cuddle? Gus, a bit
confused, agrees, but hasn’t yet caught on, and soon turns over to kiss and
feel for his friend’s unaroused penis.
When he questions his would-be lover
about what’s happening, Ace finally speaks the truth: “Sex just doesn’t do
anything for me.”
That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t “love”
Gus, or that he doesn’t want to be with him. It simply means, if this can be
described as simple, that he simply isn’t wired for sex.
Gus quickly pulls his sweater back on
and decides to catch the night train out, explaining that he feels he’s been
lied to and that he has to think things over.
We doubt whether he’ll be back, even
though Ace has offered him free rein, if they were to become a couple as he
hopes, to have sex outside of the relationship, something in which Gus is not
at all interested.
Frankly, I too would have gotten up out
of that bed and taken off as quickly as possible. I surely feel sorry for
asexual individuals, and I think I can imagine why they might want find a home
in which they too were accepted, as the LGBTQ+ flag has seemed to offer them.
Certainly, they too are among the sexual queers of the universe.
But for me, as I’ve written many times
in this volume, the LGBTQ community has always been primarily about sex, until
issues of gender were further brought into it, transforming the transexual
designation generally applied to “drag queens” into one of transgender, even if
not all transgender individuals are at all comfortable with their same-sex
couples. Once they have found their new gender, many who have finally found the
body in which they are comfortable desire what they describe as a normative
heterosexual relationship. One need only see Patrick Lang’s 2005 film, One Man’s Treasure, to be reminded that some
transgender individuals go out of their way to make it clear that they are not
gay, even to one another. See, for example, Alicya Eyo and Sophy Holland’s 2015
short film, Brace.
But where else might the transgender
community find a home? And I understood that even back in the pre-Hitler Berlin
days of Magnus Hirschfeld that he had already made room for them in his Sexual
Institute. And I am totally sympathetic with any community that must face such
sexual shunning and humiliation.
Yet having no interest in sex seems
somehow out of the umbrella, a bit like purposely sitting outside the cover of
the umbrella in the rain, or demanding of those involved in a football game
that they join him or her in collecting shells or going hunting. I recognize
the loneliness they must feel, particularly when they seek out same-sex
relationships. And they certainly must have felt as isolated as young boys and
girls as gays and lesbians felt in the high school locker rooms. But I doubt
that most of them were bullied for simply bowing out of sex. They simply stood
outside of the picture, loners surely, but necessarily a threat to the
heterosexual jock and his jockeys.
For me homosexuality is nearly all about
the sex, the desire and joy of kissing, sucking, and fucking another man.
Living with another man, one realizes, as in any relationship, there are
certainly far more central issues if the couple is going to survive; yet sex is
always there, just as it is for most heterosexual couples, and when that ceases
it either means you’ve turned into an old couple or both gays and straights
need to look elsewhere for their fulfillment of their bodies, which is at least
half of the body and soul balance we humans are said to represent.
The asexual being perhaps can only find
fulfillment in the arms of another asexual being, or perhaps in a relationship
like the one the Ace character in this short film proposes, where his partner
comes home from work each day to be with a companion, but seeks some of the
greatest pleasures and thrills in life elsewhere, which generally results in a
great deal of instability as well as resentment surely on the part of the ace,
if not the same feeling of loneliness many a night.
After watching the character of Tobie
Donovan in the TV-series Heartstopper, who spends most of the first two seasons with his head stuck in a
book, I did grow even more sympathetic; but I still remain unconvinced. The
Aces have seemingly bowed out of looking for the rainbow before the storm has
even let up.
I must admit, however, that Ukrainian-born
director Andrii Zhuravskyi, who now lives in London, has presented one of the
most sympathetic portraits of the phenomenon I’ve yet encountered.
Los
Angeles, July 10, 2025
Reprinted from My Queer Cinema blog
(July 2025).