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I *Squee* Therefore I Am
Aug. 25th, 2009 07:43 pmThese many thought came about because of my slowly becoming more involved in fandom, developing ideas of my own for writing fan fiction, talking to other fans about these issues and real life events paralleling fandom events too closely in my mind.
About a year ago I wrote a post about why I'm obsessing with Torchwood.
Now I have some new thoughts.
But I think I need to write a little something that will further contextualize what I'm writing.
( A Bit About Buffy, because it's important )
Buffy and I parted ways a few years ago. It's still the best show to ever be on television; writing wise, thematically and just plain awesomeness. I have seven academic books about Buffy.
It changed my life, I'll always be grateful2.
All that was a long way of saying, I take my entertainment seriously. Not only that, it takes me seriously as well.
Torchwood changed my life as well, in a vastly different way.
Not too long ago I wrote: I love Torchwood and generally speaking, Torchwood loves me..
It's obvious to me, but I suppose I should disclaim, that I'm well aware that the people on Torchwood , just like every other show, movie and book that I read, are fictional, I will not be able to go to Wales and meet any of them.
And despite a phenomenon like this, they are not real.
Except, that they are.
( Introspective Personal Thought On Texts That I Love )
When it comes down to it, the past year was hard and I really cannot imagine how I would have gotten through it were it not for my girlfriend and Torchwood (it helps that she enjoys the show as well). I had to deal with a real world that didn't go exactly like I expected.
Wake up call.
As most of you know, during July I was still pretty shook up over what happened in Torchwood: Children of Earth, you just need to browse back to see how deeply affected I was. I don't know how my GF stood me. I don't know how anyone stood me.
Then in August the real life tragedy of a Hate Crime against queer youth struck and I was shook up again.
Living in the country that I do exposes me to violence on a scale that at times is just too much.
I felt so disgusted with myself that I took the death of Ianto Jones as hard as I did.
It's gratifying knowing that I'm not alone. That I am validated and can validate others in their love of text and how it affects them.
How we affect it.
I think I'm going to be writing fic very soon.
( Notes )
About a year ago I wrote a post about why I'm obsessing with Torchwood.
Now I have some new thoughts.
But I think I need to write a little something that will further contextualize what I'm writing.
( A Bit About Buffy, because it's important )
Buffy and I parted ways a few years ago. It's still the best show to ever be on television; writing wise, thematically and just plain awesomeness. I have seven academic books about Buffy.
It changed my life, I'll always be grateful2.
All that was a long way of saying, I take my entertainment seriously. Not only that, it takes me seriously as well.
Torchwood changed my life as well, in a vastly different way.
Not too long ago I wrote: I love Torchwood and generally speaking, Torchwood loves me..
It's obvious to me, but I suppose I should disclaim, that I'm well aware that the people on Torchwood , just like every other show, movie and book that I read, are fictional, I will not be able to go to Wales and meet any of them.
And despite a phenomenon like this, they are not real.
Except, that they are.
( Introspective Personal Thought On Texts That I Love )
When it comes down to it, the past year was hard and I really cannot imagine how I would have gotten through it were it not for my girlfriend and Torchwood (it helps that she enjoys the show as well). I had to deal with a real world that didn't go exactly like I expected.
Wake up call.
As most of you know, during July I was still pretty shook up over what happened in Torchwood: Children of Earth, you just need to browse back to see how deeply affected I was. I don't know how my GF stood me. I don't know how anyone stood me.
Then in August the real life tragedy of a Hate Crime against queer youth struck and I was shook up again.
Living in the country that I do exposes me to violence on a scale that at times is just too much.
I felt so disgusted with myself that I took the death of Ianto Jones as hard as I did.
It's gratifying knowing that I'm not alone. That I am validated and can validate others in their love of text and how it affects them.
How we affect it.
I think I'm going to be writing fic very soon.
( Notes )
