Love letters to fandoms
Seen a number of times on my flist: the anonymous fandom love letters. Guess which is which.
1. When I was a kid, I thought you hung the stars in the sky. You were heroism itself. Later, I turned against you: your elitism, your racism, your obsessive focus on the past. Then you came back to me dressed up in spectacular new clothes, and I remembered why I'd loved you in the first place. You still aren't perfect, but you are a hero. I've learned to love your virtues without feeling betrayed by your flaws.
2. I fell for your polite, stubborn, wildly dangerous ways and I've never really recovered. I'm told you had a messy past, but I missed that, thank God. You make me happy. I'm not moving north for you, but you're always welcome at my place.
3. You're that charming psycho who keeps dating people I know. You have these moments of blinding brilliance that keep pulling me in - then you turn back into a total psycho and I'm surrounded by the wailing and teeth-gnashing of people who were unwary enough to love you. I'm afraid of getting too close to you, but sometimes I just can't look away.
4. You and I are sometime lovers. You come around and dazzle me with swordplay and fancy footwork, and I lose the whole weekend; then you leave, and I go back to my life. I'm happy to see you arrive, but I don't mind it when you leave.
5. You came into my life suddenly, sweeping me off my feet and into the sky. After that happy time of total infatuation, things started to niggle at me. I ignored them. So you had flaws - who doesn't? The flaws kept growing, though. You never seemed to know what you were doing, and all your grandiose words started to feel more like posturing than philosophy. You didn't like women very much. You wore way too much pink. I fell out of love bit by bit, gradually drawing away until I didn't care if I hadn't seen you recently. I know you broke a lot of hearts more dramatically than mine, and you're still doing it. But I'm not your whipping girl.
6. After 5, I was left feeling hollow and kind of bitter. I missed the euphoria of being in love, but I was wary of the possibility of further heartbreak. I heard about you through the grapevine, and thought you sounded fun; I didn't expect to fall head over heels, but the first time I saw you, I was a goner. You're stunningly beautiful, and you're out of this world. I know I've been standoffish lately, not returning your calls, but don't worry - the torch is still burning.
Hee. I could do this all day, the way I collect fandoms, but I'll leave it at 6.
1. When I was a kid, I thought you hung the stars in the sky. You were heroism itself. Later, I turned against you: your elitism, your racism, your obsessive focus on the past. Then you came back to me dressed up in spectacular new clothes, and I remembered why I'd loved you in the first place. You still aren't perfect, but you are a hero. I've learned to love your virtues without feeling betrayed by your flaws.
2. I fell for your polite, stubborn, wildly dangerous ways and I've never really recovered. I'm told you had a messy past, but I missed that, thank God. You make me happy. I'm not moving north for you, but you're always welcome at my place.
3. You're that charming psycho who keeps dating people I know. You have these moments of blinding brilliance that keep pulling me in - then you turn back into a total psycho and I'm surrounded by the wailing and teeth-gnashing of people who were unwary enough to love you. I'm afraid of getting too close to you, but sometimes I just can't look away.
4. You and I are sometime lovers. You come around and dazzle me with swordplay and fancy footwork, and I lose the whole weekend; then you leave, and I go back to my life. I'm happy to see you arrive, but I don't mind it when you leave.
5. You came into my life suddenly, sweeping me off my feet and into the sky. After that happy time of total infatuation, things started to niggle at me. I ignored them. So you had flaws - who doesn't? The flaws kept growing, though. You never seemed to know what you were doing, and all your grandiose words started to feel more like posturing than philosophy. You didn't like women very much. You wore way too much pink. I fell out of love bit by bit, gradually drawing away until I didn't care if I hadn't seen you recently. I know you broke a lot of hearts more dramatically than mine, and you're still doing it. But I'm not your whipping girl.
6. After 5, I was left feeling hollow and kind of bitter. I missed the euphoria of being in love, but I was wary of the possibility of further heartbreak. I heard about you through the grapevine, and thought you sounded fun; I didn't expect to fall head over heels, but the first time I saw you, I was a goner. You're stunningly beautiful, and you're out of this world. I know I've been standoffish lately, not returning your calls, but don't worry - the torch is still burning.
Hee. I could do this all day, the way I collect fandoms, but I'll leave it at 6.