Dr Who = gateway drug to queerness WHO KNEW.
There's an auction of Dr Who gear at Bonhams, stirring up childhood recollections.
ME: 'They've got Nyssa's plum velvet outfit. I wanted to be Nyssa when I grew up.
WORKMATE: I wanted to marry Nyssa. She was my perfect woman.
ME: [sidestepping issue of how I have failed to turn into his perfect woman] My ex used to fancy Adric.
WORKMATE: Well, there weren't many men to choose from, were there?
I nod a bit, even though my ex was a bloke, who has been subsequently mainly straight, and who at the time might have fancied one of the female companions instead (which only added to my sense of confusion that he liked Adric - sorry, Adric).
I only later remember that 'my ex', however gendered, might be assumed to have the quality 'attracted to women'. (Although I have - I think - two male gay sort-of-exes.) My workmate is as easily confused as I am on this front. Sometimes I definitionally discard the idea of a person fancying me because they're attracted to women, if I'm feeling particularly non-identical to women that week, and it takes a while to unpick and unpack it.
Which may be why I've had the Magnetic Field's 'Come Back from San Francisco' in my head. A female voice suggests to her lover: 'Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel, remember I'm awful in love with you.' I can't think of many songs which acknowledge that the person who desires you may also desire people not the same gender as you. Also, the chorus is lovely to sing out loud.
ME: 'They've got Nyssa's plum velvet outfit. I wanted to be Nyssa when I grew up.
WORKMATE: I wanted to marry Nyssa. She was my perfect woman.
ME: [sidestepping issue of how I have failed to turn into his perfect woman] My ex used to fancy Adric.
WORKMATE: Well, there weren't many men to choose from, were there?
I nod a bit, even though my ex was a bloke, who has been subsequently mainly straight, and who at the time might have fancied one of the female companions instead (which only added to my sense of confusion that he liked Adric - sorry, Adric).
I only later remember that 'my ex', however gendered, might be assumed to have the quality 'attracted to women'. (Although I have - I think - two male gay sort-of-exes.) My workmate is as easily confused as I am on this front. Sometimes I definitionally discard the idea of a person fancying me because they're attracted to women, if I'm feeling particularly non-identical to women that week, and it takes a while to unpick and unpack it.
Which may be why I've had the Magnetic Field's 'Come Back from San Francisco' in my head. A female voice suggests to her lover: 'Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel, remember I'm awful in love with you.' I can't think of many songs which acknowledge that the person who desires you may also desire people not the same gender as you. Also, the chorus is lovely to sing out loud.