Dying for Sex

I don't have a lot of words after finishing this. As a cancer survivor, they really nailed it. As someone exploring what intimate life can be like after a cancer diagnosis strips away your identity, knocked it out of the park. Beautiful performance by Michelle as always. Stunning emotion driven performance by Jenny. I found it incredibly realistic in many aspects and couldn't look away. One of the more graphic shows I've seen but that wasn't an issue for me as it seems to be so many, given the negative reviews. Hysterical, touching, devastating. We need more realistic representation of the good, bad and ugly sides of this bastard of a disease.

I saw a trailer for this tonight and immediately went to Disney to start it - except I could not stop. Turning it off was not an option, I was swept away, fully immersed. Dying fr Sex was awkward and honest, hilarious and kinky, and the most achingly, beautiful portrayal of friendship, self-discovery, healing, and dying that I have ever seen. I could not tear my eyes or my heart away from this series. The moments between women, nonbinary, and LGBTQ+ characters were poignant, intimate, and soul-crushingly beautiful - whether they were in storerooms, hospital rooms, or bathrooms. The complexity of relationships, the absolute and total respect for boundaries, the raw and unflinchingly honest portrayals... ugh. This show had me sobbing and smiling in equal measure - the story will stay with me. I'm just blown away.

And it would not be such a smashing success without the incredible performances, namely Michelle Williams, Jenny Slate, Esco Jouley, Rob Delaney, and Kelvin Yu. Wow. Williams is always incredible and this was among her best work. And Slate - I love her, she shined so bright in this. They all did.

The cinematography and directing, the lighting and music - everything about this was gorgeous, intentional and meaningful. WOW!

Just a fantastic limited series. I will absolutely watch this again.

Some shows are best for watching alone in a binge, and being completely devastated by the end of it. This is one of those shows. It's a funny show, but it's so so heavy. There are quite a few troupes and unrealistic TV things (person of color that's basically her fairy godmother, hot stranger that's her neighbor, and apparently she has the best health insurance in America despite not being wealthy), but the core ideas of the show feel so true. So many devastating truths are beautifully explored in nuance and with a rawness that's rarely seen on TV. We might never move past our trauma. Our trauma is part of who we are. We long for intimacy with another human being but we are so scared of it. It might just take death for us to face our truths. The performances are excellent.

I started watching the series thinking it would be just a silly comedy, and the first episodes really feel that way, humorous, and a bit absurd. But as the series progresses, it takes a surprisingly deep and emotional turn. The episodes become more reflective, exploring themes like regret, grief, human feelings, and the will to live out our desires. Molly shows us the complexity of being human, while Nikki proves to be the kind of loyal, supportive friend we all wish we had.

I have to admit, the final episodes made me cry and reflect on my own life. This show is the perfect example of not judging a show by its cover.

I don't know what I expected when I pressed play on Dying for Sex. Maybe something raunchy as hell. Maybe something extremely depressing. But I wasn't prepared for was how this series would crawl under my skin and just... stay there.

Molly isn't a character. She's a woman unraveling in real time. Her body's failing, and no one knows what to do with that. Not her husband, not her doctors, not even herself. So she does the thing she does best, she makes meaning out of chaos. She dives headfirst into sex, story and sensation. She's doing anything that feels like life while she still has it.

Yeah, this series definitely have it's funny moments. Some parts made me laugh out loud in fact. But the other parts? The other parts felt like being punched in the chest while smiling because underneath Molly's wild stories is a loneliness so sharp it bleeds.

What broke me most wasn't even the diagnosis. It was the friendship. Molly and Nikki. The way they held each other through the fear, the dark jokes, the quiet knowing. It reminded me how love can be both the thing that saves you and the thing that makes the goodbye all the more unbearable.

This show doesn't give you answers. It just hands you the pain, and asks you to feel it.

A really beautiful and well written series.