On Torchwood and general gayness
So I'm updating with some Torchwood thoughts now that I've finished the season. The thing that surprises and delights me about this show is the sexuality of the characters. For the first time ever on a show, I'm seeing gay characters where the show isn't about being gay. It's about sci-fi. I never feel like I can relate to characters in shows like the L Word. It's like all those characters are is gay; their entire life revolves around their sexual orientation. I'm just not like that. Yeah, being bi is a vital part of who I am, but it doesn't define me singularly. I'm a scientist/scholar. I'm a liberal. I'm an optimist. And I'll stop before this turns into a Meredith Brooks song.
On another note, I wanted to put this down on "paper" if you will. My o-chem partner and fellow member of Sigma Lambda (our gay straight alliance) was asking everyone about how they knew they were gay. Was it a gradual thing or a sudden moment that you could point to? There were six of us there bowling and it was divided right down the middle between gradual and sudden.
I was sitting in my bedroom on the floor (horrible orange shag carpeting) with by friend/debate partner, Nikita. We were listening to the first CD I ever bought (Offspring's Smash). We're sitting there and this thought that I want to kiss/touch her comes from out of no where. It was 8th grade so I must have been 14. It was definitely a holy crap kind of moment rather than a nice gradual realization. Unfortunately I think it was more along the lines of "Holy crap, I'm going to Hell!" Luckily I'm over the hell part of that now. Ahhh, first crushes.
On another note, I wanted to put this down on "paper" if you will. My o-chem partner and fellow member of Sigma Lambda (our gay straight alliance) was asking everyone about how they knew they were gay. Was it a gradual thing or a sudden moment that you could point to? There were six of us there bowling and it was divided right down the middle between gradual and sudden.
I was sitting in my bedroom on the floor (horrible orange shag carpeting) with by friend/debate partner, Nikita. We were listening to the first CD I ever bought (Offspring's Smash). We're sitting there and this thought that I want to kiss/touch her comes from out of no where. It was 8th grade so I must have been 14. It was definitely a holy crap kind of moment rather than a nice gradual realization. Unfortunately I think it was more along the lines of "Holy crap, I'm going to Hell!" Luckily I'm over the hell part of that now. Ahhh, first crushes.