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Fandom as Love Interest — So True!

First, it's Intervention Week over at Fantas_Magoria, and not nearly enough people have weighed in on the Intervention Love Comment Cavalcade. Go forth and tell us who, what, when, where, and how you love Intervention! All types of love encouraged. You may also post links to your Intervention-related artwork, meta, and stories. I want moar Intervention in my life! Please give it to me. *puppy eyes*

Second, it seems that I've inadvertently become a co-mod of a community I never knew existed until a couple of days ago:

Cool, huh? I'm excited that a) it didn't get deleted, and b) that some of my awesome meta-writing friends might be prevailed upon to post and/or link there, so we have a one-stop place for heaping bowlsful of the good stuff! Go! Join!

Then, while I usually avoid memes, this one struck me as fun and informative. So you can read all about my romantic history as told through the lens of my various obsessions fandoms. Oh! The many mysteries revealed...

The one who seduced you, screwed you over, broke your heart in a million pieces, and laughed about it.

Torchwood. It was so charming, flirty, and fun. There were signs, oh yes, that there was a thread of cruelty just out of sight, but I ignored them and kept dancing. Now I’m in the middle of yet another government–sponsored holocaust. Why do I fall for these types? Oh, right — last night’s episode reminded me why.

The old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp.

Love & Rockets. This was the black & white indie comic book created by three Hispanic Southern California brothers. The comic quite literally shaped my life into what it is. It was so engaging and sweeping at the same time. It showed me a world that wasn’t a lie, but also wasn’t about grim inevitability. It told human-sized stories about people of all shapes, sizes, colors, sexual orientations, and languages. Some parts were quiet, alternating with neo-political absurdity, crazy-assed, down-home space opera, social commentary, and dozens of women — all of them unique individuals. (To give you an idea of how unusual that was in comics, there was another creator who told Los Bros. that he had decided to take their advice and add more types of women to his book. Maybe a blonde. o_0) L&R oozed DIY punk spirit, coupled with a very high level of craft and artistry. I was immediately smitten. I gave it a few years, thinking that it couldn’t stay that good, but it did. We got married.

After awhile, a long while, I felt like half of him was going to a dark place where I wasn’t able or willing to follow. The other half was drifting, and needed some space to find his way again. We agreed to a separation, even though the love is still very much there. This is a relationship that will be with me my whole life, even when we’re not together.

The mysterious dark one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 AM at weird coffee houses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized s/he really was fucking crazy.

Dollhouse. So freaky, and yet so alluring and provoking of the thinky thoughts. In the end, it just didn’t make a huge amount of sense, but OMG the ideas! The pretty! The Adele! Victor! Victor! Victor! Etc. It was a TV party at our place, like back in the Twin Peaks days, and not for dissimilar reasons. I want more…but I’ve got to get up in the morning, you know?

The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor and whom you'd still really like to get with again, although you're relieved s/he doesn't actually live in town.

Queer cinema. It rolls into town once a year for the LGBT Frameline Film Festival, and I gobble it up and bask, and do All The Things — but after a few weeks it goes back home. I have lots of great memories to tide me over until next year, with occasional pithy e-mail exchanges along the way. I wouldn’t mind if it made a more regular appearance, but it’s nice having something to look forward to.

The steady.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I saw her around a few times before we really connected, but we’ve been together for over five years now. I’ve introduced her to my family and my friends. Most of them get the attraction, though there are some who are just confused. “Buffy? Really? Have you traded in your commitment to multi-cultural storytelling for vampires? Really? Hokay, then. It’s your life.” But …we just click, you know? We have this mutual thing for smart and/or sarcastic Brits, musical theatre, ensemble goofiness, girl power, passion, and emotional truth. We don’t see eye-to-eye about everything, but it’s really hard to imagine life without her.

The alluring stranger whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with.

The films of Pedro Almodóvar. I like the early, frenetic ones and the later, deeply atmospheric ones. The early ones were so much fun, so irreverent and sassy. Sexy, too. Our conversations have gotten more cerebral/emotional over the years, and we’re always happy to see each other. It’s possible that the language barrier keeps us from really getting to that special place where we understand one another perfectly. Also, we never seem to be single at the same time.

The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with, but ultimately you're just good buddies

Doctor Who. I enjoy this a lot, especially the fun bits, and we get together quite often. It’s comfy. I don’t feel like I have to watch every episode or watch the old ones to get the full story. I participate in the fandom, because it’s my daughter’s fandom, and there’s enough overlap with my own that I have plenty to do. It could grow into something, I suppose, but if it doesn’t — the casual relationship works for me.

The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool person except it's never really gone anywhere.

The Hunger Games. I suspect I’m too old for it, if only because I can no longer stomach stories of institutional cruelty. They’re too much like reality now that I’ve had lots of years to witness man’s inhumanity to man. Too bad, because I’ll bet they’re awesome.

The one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at them and thinking, "How the hell did they land all these cool people?"

The Vampire Diaries? IDEK.

The one who gave you the best damned summer of your life and against whom you measure all other potential partners.

Harry Potter. The literary scavenger hunt aspect delighted me. The fact that it was an anti-fascist epic (with centaurs in) made me a believer. It was super fun! I wanted to know everything about his whole world. But I never felt the urge to take it further, to actually create in that world. It is what it is, a beautiful — extended — shining moment. I’ll always think fondly of him.

The one you recently met at a party and would like to get to know better.

Dexter. I’m not sure I could commit, exactly, but I laughed so much. Even when I probably shouldn’t have.

The old flame that you wouldn't totally object to hooking up with again for a one night romp if only they'd clean up a bit.

Anything with Ewan McGregor that’s not directed by George Lucas. Specifically The Pillow Book, Velvet Goldmine, and Moulin Rouge, all of which I adore. Except for the eensy bit at the end of the second act of each, which I hate. A lot.

Your hot new flame.

I’m waiting. One thing I’m pretty sure about is that there will be queer content of some sort. Looking back, that’s one constant in all of my important relationships, from old films and books to my new-found television series love, even if it’s only subtext some of the time. I’m pretty happy where I am, but I know how things can change in an instant.

The one who stole your significant other.

Caprica. It’s like Buffy, Dollhouse, and BSG all got together to do a seductive fan dance in front of me. I wanted to stray so badly. Fortunately or unfortunately, it left town before things could get out of hand.

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Aug. 21st, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
Yeaah. I've only watched the first episode, but at no time did it surprise me or subvert the dominant paradigm, so I figured life was too short. Maybe I was too hasty...
Aug. 20th, 2011 07:04 pm (UTC)
Anything with Ewan McGregor that’s not directed by George Lucas. OMG. I fell so hard for Shallow Grave, even before Trainspotting, and you can't look past him in either film he was so damn magnetic and... And then Everything Else He's Ever Done hasn't quite worked and it's just... *gah*

And I speak as someone who has several good words to say for A Life Less Ordinary. Which is a rare beast.

But this meme merely confirms me that Buffy is my weird exception, a fandom where I care about canon and not merely the smooshing of pretty men together. I cheat on her often, but it never really means anything. #shame.
Aug. 20th, 2011 11:10 pm (UTC)
Okay, A Life Less Ordinary might not work as a whole, but my gawd the pieces are fantastic! Tony Shaloub's "pussy soliloquy" is very memorable, as well as all the Delroy Lindo & Holly Hunter madness, and well, there's just a lot of there there. You are not alone.
Aug. 20th, 2011 08:02 pm (UTC)
Congrats on the new community!
Aug. 21st, 2011 12:36 am (UTC)
Thanks! *hic* It's gonna be a metaphorical, metaphysical, meta-textual blast!
Aug. 20th, 2011 10:14 pm (UTC)
Hee, I loved this one, too! And Love & Rockets, I keep hearing great things.
Aug. 21st, 2011 12:38 am (UTC)
Lemme know if you want some pointers about where to start! We're still very close!
Aug. 23rd, 2011 07:40 pm (UTC)
This meme is so cool!!! Definitely going to steal it at some point. I definitely agree with your Dollhouse answer.
Aug. 24th, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
I feel fortunate to have had such a variety of satisfying relationships...
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