Damn comics. I may have inadvertently written
my very own Buffy/Angel manifesto. I think I need to go and exfoliate until it bleeds. Or watch Spuffy vids as a penance, although most of them are really Spike vids in disguise. The unholy combination of the camera’s male gaze and the creator’s object of desire. There are some honourable exceptions. This one in particular is Buffy through and through:
One Last Time by
dualbunnyTurbulent and self-excoriating but with occasional moments of grace and not a flaming hand in sight. It ends with the “Does it have to mean anything?” scene, which is pretty much my philosophy on love. I feel better now.