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You know, sometimes you’ve got to trust the people you love. You’ve got to trust that if they’re good people, they’ll make good decisions.
HOW TO TAKE THE EX OUT OF EX-BOYFRIEND, JANETTE RALLISON
Happy 27th.
You were the sole reason I got into fandom, you with your Chinese face, your foreigner face, your i♥china heart, your ridiculous laugh, your sense of humour, your subverting the meaning of illicit gaydom alongside your boyband bestie. You've opened doors, undermined cultural taboos, affixed the goggle eyes of waves of fangirls with your every synchronized move. Because we all know taking photos half-naked (naked??) in the shower with your best mate isn't exactly normal. But hey, here's to fantasy.
We know that SM's a great big slobbering hysteria generator, and their 'pairings' are probably synthetic. It's probably bloody difficult to give 15 boys each and every one unadorned love and attention, each a separate identity, completely unattached, that they felt the need to string the group together a little, reduce the numbers a little, pair you up.
You made it seem so real. The constant touching, standing next to each other, holding hands, being together in the sense that together was always imprinted on our minds, you were a good actor. Or you were for real. Even if you were passive, and he made up 80% of what we see, hear, know, you still need two to be a pair. Did you play along with it on a whim? For laughs? To experiment? For an ulterior motive perhaps, the selfish reason, to gain popularity by attaching yourself with the weird one, the one people look at first time round and go: "ooh, who's that? he looks like a girl."
You looked great together. Pretty boys; one loud, one quiet; one cavalier, one submissive; one feminine, one not so much. When you smiled together, it was like watching a double act with two male leads, you wringed our hearts and left them to dry, you matched. So well.
Was it an act? Was this all fake?
I don't care. It's history, it's done and dusted, move on.
I hope you're still friends.
I don't hate you for leaving. I admire you for your guts, for your patriotism, for grabbing onto the steering wheel of your own life, for braving the consequences, because you knew there would always be consequences. I admire you for your spirit. For going back to your roots, for being a constant, soft-spoken and lovable (dork) even though you're nearing 30.
Look after yourself. Sing less, dance more, act well.
Keep doing what you love.
HOW TO TAKE THE EX OUT OF EX-BOYFRIEND, JANETTE RALLISON
Happy 27th.
You were the sole reason I got into fandom, you with your Chinese face, your foreigner face, your i♥china heart, your ridiculous laugh, your sense of humour, your subverting the meaning of illicit gaydom alongside your boyband bestie. You've opened doors, undermined cultural taboos, affixed the goggle eyes of waves of fangirls with your every synchronized move. Because we all know taking photos half-naked (naked??) in the shower with your best mate isn't exactly normal. But hey, here's to fantasy.
We know that SM's a great big slobbering hysteria generator, and their 'pairings' are probably synthetic. It's probably bloody difficult to give 15 boys each and every one unadorned love and attention, each a separate identity, completely unattached, that they felt the need to string the group together a little, reduce the numbers a little, pair you up.
You made it seem so real. The constant touching, standing next to each other, holding hands, being together in the sense that together was always imprinted on our minds, you were a good actor. Or you were for real. Even if you were passive, and he made up 80% of what we see, hear, know, you still need two to be a pair. Did you play along with it on a whim? For laughs? To experiment? For an ulterior motive perhaps, the selfish reason, to gain popularity by attaching yourself with the weird one, the one people look at first time round and go: "ooh, who's that? he looks like a girl."
You looked great together. Pretty boys; one loud, one quiet; one cavalier, one submissive; one feminine, one not so much. When you smiled together, it was like watching a double act with two male leads, you wringed our hearts and left them to dry, you matched. So well.
Was it an act? Was this all fake?
I don't care. It's history, it's done and dusted, move on.
I hope you're still friends.
I don't hate you for leaving. I admire you for your guts, for your patriotism, for grabbing onto the steering wheel of your own life, for braving the consequences, because you knew there would always be consequences. I admire you for your spirit. For going back to your roots, for being a constant, soft-spoken and lovable (dork) even though you're nearing 30.
Look after yourself. Sing less, dance more, act well.
Keep doing what you love.