Every so often, I take a step back, and give myself space to be absolutely furious about the fact we are having to fight for this.
There is nothing more that we, the cast, the crew, the show itself, could have done in order to get us the third series David always had planned. The numbers were fantastic. It received acclaim from the audience and from critics. The engagement was easily beating out shows that had much, much higher budgets. Renewal should have been a shoe-in.
The show did everything right - in the face of budget cuts and studio interference and strikes and half-hearted marketing efforts, it fought through to be one of the top shows.
And yet, here we are, forced to fight tooth and nail in order to get this story the ending it, and we, deserve.
We should be celebrating and getting excited about a third season, looking forward to the tidbits and hints as the cast and crew go to shoot later this year, but instead, we're fighting for the show's survival.
It's not just queer shows: it's BIPoC-centric shows, it's shows that feature good disabled characters, it's all these shows that make marginalised people feel seen and represented in ways that the wider media market hasn't allowed us to be.
One day, we won't have to fight for them.
One day, we will just be able to enjoy these stories and rest easier knowing that they won't be arbitrarily cut short.
One day their quality and their numbers will be enough to keep them going, just like their (often far more mediocre, less successful) white, cisallohet, abled counterparts.
But we aren't there, yet.
And we're allowed to be angry about that.
