35 years ago today, Jake Gyllenhaal entered into this mortal coil, with his ocean eyes and worried brow.
Jake has given us a lot.
He's become the brooding, weighted down extension of us all.
A conjuring of white male forlorn.
But with all of his many forms...
...his many, glimmering, woefully beautiful forms...
...none have resonated more than Jack.
His Jack Twist, from Brokeback Mountain--a flame of clandestine fantasies for gay men (and everyone else) who became self aware before 2000.
Let's here it for Jack Nasty; a toast to Jack Nasty; let a paper lantern go for Jack Nasty.
Wait...where are you going, Jack?'
Ok, you're back.
I'M RIGHT HERE, JACK.
Don't turn away from me, Jack.
Whisper that I'm safe in your arms, Jack.
DON'T LEAVE AGAIN, JACK! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHISPER ANYTHING!
Yes, tend to me.
Wait, come back!!!!! You don't have to tend!!!!!
I'm glad you're back.
I MEAN, I KNOW.
Let's just be quiet, for a moment.
The neighbors might see, Jack!!!!