Yo, bitch, why you hating?
Yesterday I was in chat with astolat and terrio. They were talking about Entourage and how shalott has already moved on to greener pastures, ruthlessly dumping Entourage (not to mention Rome, Wiseguy, and my own pretty Dracula! SPN fandom get her while you can!) for Supernatural. So fickle! To quote Terri (roughly. I forget to log chats), "wam-bam, three stories, and she's out of there!"
This lead to me making a metaphor for fandom: it's like a locker room where we all get together and talk about our latest conquests, who banged who and how, tricks, compare notes, tell each other who's a nice piece of ass. So crude, but, dude, it's FUNNY.
It got me thinking, though. If shalott is a slut (her words!), likes to love 'em and leave 'em broken hearted, I'm more of the kind that ends up hopelessly entangled with 10 or 15 lovers, all demanding my attention. Cause really, I'm all flirt and very little hanky panky.
fandom: "Hey, you wanta hang out with us? We got SPN and Torchwood all primed and ready. They're juuiiccy..."
me: "Nah, man, I got my bitch Highlander at home waiting." sees HL coming 'round the corner. "Oh, damn, quick, hide me!"
enter said bitch, hands on hips, glaring.
irate tv show: "Don't try to hide from me. I saw you talking up that whore 24."
me: "baby, I don't know what you talking about. We're just friends!"
irate tv show: "I saw you. What? You think I don't have eyes? You were with that bitch Friday Night Sluts, too."
me: "baby, baby, we were talking, that's it. You know you got my heart."
irate tv show: *SLAP*, storms off.
fandom: DAAAANG!!! Ooooh, you got SLAPPED! Pussy.
me: rubbing cheek, yelling, chasing after irate tv show "Awww, baby, you know I love youuuuuu."
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This lead to me making a metaphor for fandom: it's like a locker room where we all get together and talk about our latest conquests, who banged who and how, tricks, compare notes, tell each other who's a nice piece of ass. So crude, but, dude, it's FUNNY.
It got me thinking, though. If shalott is a slut (her words!), likes to love 'em and leave 'em broken hearted, I'm more of the kind that ends up hopelessly entangled with 10 or 15 lovers, all demanding my attention. Cause really, I'm all flirt and very little hanky panky.
fandom: "Hey, you wanta hang out with us? We got SPN and Torchwood all primed and ready. They're juuiiccy..."
me: "Nah, man, I got my bitch Highlander at home waiting." sees HL coming 'round the corner. "Oh, damn, quick, hide me!"
enter said bitch, hands on hips, glaring.
irate tv show: "Don't try to hide from me. I saw you talking up that whore 24."
me: "baby, I don't know what you talking about. We're just friends!"
irate tv show: "I saw you. What? You think I don't have eyes? You were with that bitch Friday Night Sluts, too."
me: "baby, baby, we were talking, that's it. You know you got my heart."
irate tv show: *SLAP*, storms off.
fandom: DAAAANG!!! Ooooh, you got SLAPPED! Pussy.
me: rubbing cheek, yelling, chasing after irate tv show "Awww, baby, you know I love youuuuuu."
~~~
Hi. Hello. Welcome to my brain!