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i'm glad someone has brought this up!

i also viewed oliver's relationship w/ his parents through a trans lens--firstly, they essentially outed him to felix (which was abosolutely mortifying). secondly, ollie's elaborate lie about them being alcoholics is something that can resonate w/ a lot of trans people who have been distanced from their families due to nonacceptance/transphobia/etc. it's easier to lie about why you're not close with your parents than out yourself by revealing the truth to a new acquaintance. whether ollie's parents, in this transmasc interpretation, accept him or not is up for grabs though. they clearly do not understand his true, post-transition identity, though it seems like they're trying to and they do love him. but for oliver (and many trans people), it's easier to distance himself from his family than endure the psychological stress of their attempts at acceptance.

will be thinking about this forever #kin fr

TALK ABOUT THE TRANSMASCULINE ALLEGORY!!! i want to hear your thoughts

ok. the long awaited oliver quick transmasculine allegory post.

to be so real it is mainly me doing 2 (two things)

-projecting

-using insanely obvious prompts from the text to pull shit out of my ass

i do think that oliver quick's character COULD. MAYBE. be either headcanon'd as trans (BOOORRRINNGG) or a lot of his actions in act one can be closely tied to very common trans experiences.

my biggest thing on 'common' trans experiences as it relates to saltburn, is meeting a cis man and latching onto him with every fiber of your being, because you can't be friends with him, you need to *be* him. the first thing that really prompted me to look at saltburn from this lense was when farleigh goes "[you're almost passing as] a real human boy!", though it's clearly about oliver wearing a rental suit, it's a phrase that i've heard a million times over and over again, and i think that oliver, within this transmaculine concept of his character, dances CONSTANTLY on this imaginary line of "real boy" to "weirdo freak" that i think a lot of trans people can relate to. (i will touch on 'real boy' again later)

theres also an aspect of this incessant watching and dissecting cis men, what they wear, how they talk, how they fuck. and with all of this watching, there's this part of melding your identity into what you're watching, which we see starkly with oliver. at the beginning, when he's this oxford kid, a freak if you will, but he's more or less himself, version A. once he meets felix, he ditches the glasses, the button up shirts, the uptight manner, and turns into this entirely different version of "himself", version B. version B is the version he's taught himself that society will like much more than version A, so it consumes him entirely. version A wasn't someone that girls would fuck, felix would love, and quite frankly be 'enjoyed' by the rest of the world. version A is pre-transition, and version B is post. (all this to say, in relation to irl transition, neither version A or version B are right, good, or bad, they're whatever you want them to be. beauty is in the eye of the beholder)

THIS PART IS JUST WORD VOMIT AND DOESN'T NECESSARILY PERTAIN TO MY POINT OF TRANSMASCULINE ALLEGORY. SCROLL AT YOUR OWN RISK.

for me, another piece i think about a lot is the “you’re just so real” (venetia) but that’s a bit more of a stretch. the reason i think this relates to the main point, is so many trans people have to work and rework their personality so that their 'transness' is socially palatable, real. the catton's have no general perception of a real person, they surround themselves with fake, upper class socialites who lie and cheat. but even if they met a real person, they wouldn't know it. and they don't lol. so when oliver comes around, who isn't this upper class socialite, the initial thought is that he's this "real" and "grounded" person. however, the only reason that the catton's (general society in this case) find oliver (trans people) so "real" and more or less worth accepting into their family is because he has worked and reworked his identity to be so similar and likeable to felix's.

there's also the conversation on cattonquick being a really good representation of what a mlm cis/trans relationship can feel like so much of the time. but i'll only really expand on this if any1 is interested lol. anyways pls dm me or comment on this i really want to talk more about it more.

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novelesque fic about oliver's descent into madness before/after saltburn:

Felix shifted towards me, pale-faced in the grey night, spittle gathered at the corners of his mouth. I sank to my knees before him. Felix’s hair was draped against the pillow in wet strands and I wanted to feel his fresh stubble against my skin. Instead, I scooped up a pair of boxers from the foot of his bed and backed away into his desk chair. His eyelids fluttered. 

I held the boxers, muted blue in the sliver of light through his window and wider than my forearm, before me in faint recognition. They were the same ones he had worn with Annabel. I fingered the inseams, then turned them inside out. Staining the crotch was a dry, chalky crust. I balled the boxers in my fist, shoved them towards my face, and inhaled the sweet staleness. Felix coughed from the bed. His eyes were half-lidded and aimed in my direction.  

I swallowed hard. “Pick up after yourself, Felix.”

He squinted at me, a faceless figure in the shadows he would later attribute to a fever dream. “Just fucking,” he groaned in the fed-up way one might speak to a servant, “toss it in the bathroom.” 

The leaky faucets raced each other in the bathroom, echoing against the tile. Fingers buzzing and with my back to the mirror, I brought his boxers to my mouth. I suckled like a child might a washcloth, straining my lips against the semen. Tasteless. Smooth on my tongue. Biting the linen and balling it in my fist, I imagined the spitty imprint against Felix’s cock before flinging the boxers into the empty sink, stumbling past his bed, and slamming his door behind me. 

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