Joe... my daughter remarked that "fishing trips" will never be seen quite the same way...
Sorry it took me so long to post something more on your thread, as I'd promised I would, Joe. To be honest, I am still processing this film. But I'll add these reflections to the mix here...
What this film really is
not about, despite all the hoopla from the bowels of America's repressions, is "gay cowboys." Granted, that has become the buzz... but what this film really
is about is
not sex, but love, and in particular, it is about forbidden love. It's about what happens to two people when their love for one another is seen as forbidden, taboo. It's about how very deeply that hurts--not only those who happen to fall in love with the forbidden one, but also how much it hurts all those around them--family, friends, communities--as they try to live up to society's expectations, hiding behind a mask of repression that even they themselves cannot see through clearly.
In times past, the couple in question might have been inter-racial, or inter-faith, or maybe of two different age groups. In this case, they happen to be of the same sex (I was going to say gender, but that isn't exactly accurate as gender roles can be variable within cultures, while one's sex is not). The outcome is the same when their love is forbidden.
It's also about how, as you pointed out in a previous post, Joe (and I don't have your post handy to quote, so I'll paraphrase), love is a force of nature, as reflected in the powerful backdrop of the raw wilderness in this film.
We don't always have the luxury of choosing the one who captures our heart. The arrows of Eros rarely strike where we would wish them to (which is the whole idea of Eros' arrows in the first place). It just doesn't work that way. Eros could care less about what's taboo. But when those arrows strike far and wide of the mark that's deemed acceptable, they shred our flesh to the bone, rip open our hearts, and leave us gushing rivulets of pain in our wake. We suffer. Each and every one of us.