Troye Sivan’s WILD (Blue Neighborhood Part 1/3) is Painstakingly Beautiful

Before Taylor Swift tweeted about Troye Sivan the other day, I had never heard of him. What got my interested was Taylor wrote #EPgoals. Done deal for me. If Taylor Swift is endorsing this guy, somethings got to be right. So, I took a few days, and didn’t look Troye up until this morning. I watched the video for WILD and was completely blown away. The song is beautiful. Troye’s voice is refreshing, #voicegoals. And the video is a depiction of a reality that I, as a gay man, can finally relate to.

The video matched with the song is nothing new, story wise. Starts off with two kids becoming best friends and ends with their friendship becoming a relationship as they grow older, together. Seems fairly standard. What makes the video so appealing to me is that the two friends are males. The video brought out so many emotions for me because that little boy in the video represented me at that age.

In second grade,  I remember loving to play with my best friend Richard Skelton at recess. We would sit together during class and during lunch, we would share snacks. I remember thinking to myself, I want to hug Richard and hold his hand because I saw people do it on TV and some boys at school would hold girl’s hands and hug them, and vice versa. Though, I had those thoughts, I clearly remember talking myself out of the hug/hand holding situation because I had never witnessed two males interacting like that. I knew it was a different action and, at the time, I knew that I should keep my feelings to myself. Richard and I remained friends until he switched schools in fifth grade. I actually don’t remember being sad about it, I’m a stone cold bitch.

The importance of a music video like this, no matter how big or small the impact, is immeasurable. To see something that you can fully relate to in anyway gives you this overwhelming sensation of being connected.

Now, I usually try to give all the info about an artist/song then throw in a funny little ditty, but I can’t be as emotionally attached to this work and then critique it. So, uh…fart-bubble.