Roland Emmerich is gay, but given his super-mega blockbuster career, you wouldn’t guess it (though, there was so much male nudity in Universal Soldier, *faints*). His career for the past 20 years have been littered with films that serve as life support systems for blowing up major cities and landmarks. Such is the state of the blockbuster where we want to literally bust up the block.

Bored with destroying mainstream landmarks, Emmerich sets his sights on the Stonewall Inn, making a film where aliens travel back in time to the 1960s and destroy Christopher Street before gay rights even has the chance to start! OK, not really, but that sounds so ridiculously plausible. Instead, it looks like Emmerich made a balance between Milk and Selma, creating a fictional gay male character from Small Town USA, where he’s been bullied until he reaches Christopher Street and is part of the riot that started the gay civil rights movement.

There’s already some rumblings on why there’s a non-genderqueer gay white male at the center of a story of a riot started by femmes and trans* boys who couldn’t help but be out of the closet? Real concerns that we should take seriously once we see the final product. After all, the Stonewall riots are dear to the whole Quiltbag umbrella. But, until then, I’m just going to complain about the lack of UFOs.