Queer identity, more often than not, is scripted in tragedy—where the dream of freedom is dangled, only to be withdrawn. It’s not the love that falters, but the premise that queer love can exist unshaken, without consequence. The illusion of the co-existence of queerness with lasting happiness quietly collapses, again and again. Even when we speak of queer joy as urgent and necessary, it remains just out of reach in most narratives. This is why many films in this Pride month aren’t love-conquers-all stories (though they exist), but grounded ones—closer to what is, rather than what should be. They reflect a world where “love is love” still feels more like an aspiration than a reality.