If Only Breakups Were As Clean As the ‘Fast Five’ Heist
The 2011 film is the start of what the ‘Fast & Furious’ franchise became. I wanted my breakup to mirror its action, all movement and easy motives.
This isMuscle Memories, a column byKayla Kumari Upadhyayathat reexamines her relationship with action movies.
Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya is a lesbian writer of essays, fiction, and pop culture criticism. She is an upcoming fellow for Lambda Literary's Writer's Retreat for Emerging LGBTQ Voices. Her work appears or is forthcoming in McSweeney's Quarterly Concern, The Cut, Vice, Autostraddle, and Catapult.
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