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I love fandom.
I love fanart. I love that I have to look at DB asking me to fuck him whenever I talk to certain people. I love that some artists can make me think young pretty skinny boys are hot. I love that I have seen Spike wearing clothes he should never wear. I love that I have seen Spike not wearing clothes.
I love fandom wank. Not the journalfen site, per se, but wank in general. I don’t like seeing people being stupid, or people getting hurt, but I love how fandom can erupt in a matter of hours and simmer back down by next Tuesday. I am one of the least gossipy people I know, but frankly, I love getting the ground-floor dirt when a wank is happening.
I love fanfiction. I love trying to figure out why anyone would ever write Oz/Snyder. I love all-human soap opera fics that make me wonder why I read them. I love reading something that could be canon. I love reading things that make me say, “I wish I wrote this well.” I love writing things that make me say, “Damn. I’m good.”
I love strangers. I love friending new people; I love meeting different people; I love finding out someone loves the stories or characters I love. I love looking at strangers’ interest lists and finding things like, “suction” and “when penguins go wild” and “Richard Simmons/Madonna.”
I love lj. I’ve been in and out of online fandoms for 5 years, and I always knew there had to be some huge secret I was missing out on—a place where fans obsessed, authors encouraged each other, kerfluffles and wars went on, meta was metatated, and a community, with all its wonders and depravities, existed. I always felt I was on the outside looking in, like a waif in a Dickens novel. Now I feel like I know where it’s at, and what’s more, I’ve only ever felt welcomed.
I love fan wars. I don’t like people being closed minded, and I don’t like participating. And frankly, I don’t like that they happen. But I love that people get worked up over their ‘ship or their character or what have you, because to be honest, it makes me feel better about being so obsessive. I also like to read over old flame-ridden conversations and laugh at people being stupid. Yes, I'm mean. And arrogant. Close the door, and do it some time. It’s fun.
I love smut. I love that reading can turn me on. I love that writing can turn me on. I love that fandom makes me more comfortable with this fact. I love that I can say I wrote my first piece of smut when I was 11 (I burned it afterwards, and yes, it was fanfiction), and that the thought of women sitting around writing about fictional character orgies makes me realize that wasn’t wrong at all.
I love slash. I love how people seem to be arguing about it all the time. I love that I didn’t find it sexy at first and that that has changed. And I love the term “gay vampire porn.” I love that dead men are hot together.
I love critique. I love that people always seem to be arguing about critique, too. I love that there are betas and people seriously interested in better fic for all. I love that there are people who don’t care a fig for crit and will always write what they please. I love that there are so many badly spelled, badly characterized, badly everythinged fics out there, or else I would feel like I was missing something if I didn’t read every single thing.
I love my f-list. I love how I can say, “hey guys, look at this!” and you will. I love hearing about your personal lives, even though I rarely comment on them. I love it when you’re boring the hell out of me with things I could care less about, because it forces me to go find something interesting or useful to do with myself. I love how kind some of you are, how clever others of you are, how wonderful all of you seem. I love how getting to know some of you just a little makes my life seem better.
I love meta. I love both meta about canon and meta about fandom. I love that people think and care enough about the characters to say thoughtful things about them, and I love that that makes me think in ways I might not have thought before. And I love that people talk about fandom, how strange it is, how stupid, how silly, how insignificant, how wonderful, how warm, how diverse depraved delightful dark damn cool it is.
I love fandom. I love that some people outside fandom don’t understand fandom. I love that some people inside fandom hate fandom. I think they’re crazy, but I love that they’re there. I love that some people complain about fandom, and can’t seem to see the irony, fun, joy, and pure unaldulterated love that is true wallowing in fandom’s foolishness, fantastickness, and um, fuck, I can’t think of another one. At this point, I’m not even sure why I love them. I just do.
Because, have I mentioned? I love fandom.
I love fandom.
I love fanart. I love that I have to look at DB asking me to fuck him whenever I talk to certain people. I love that some artists can make me think young pretty skinny boys are hot. I love that I have seen Spike wearing clothes he should never wear. I love that I have seen Spike not wearing clothes.
I love fandom wank. Not the journalfen site, per se, but wank in general. I don’t like seeing people being stupid, or people getting hurt, but I love how fandom can erupt in a matter of hours and simmer back down by next Tuesday. I am one of the least gossipy people I know, but frankly, I love getting the ground-floor dirt when a wank is happening.
I love fanfiction. I love trying to figure out why anyone would ever write Oz/Snyder. I love all-human soap opera fics that make me wonder why I read them. I love reading something that could be canon. I love reading things that make me say, “I wish I wrote this well.” I love writing things that make me say, “Damn. I’m good.”
I love strangers. I love friending new people; I love meeting different people; I love finding out someone loves the stories or characters I love. I love looking at strangers’ interest lists and finding things like, “suction” and “when penguins go wild” and “Richard Simmons/Madonna.”
I love lj. I’ve been in and out of online fandoms for 5 years, and I always knew there had to be some huge secret I was missing out on—a place where fans obsessed, authors encouraged each other, kerfluffles and wars went on, meta was metatated, and a community, with all its wonders and depravities, existed. I always felt I was on the outside looking in, like a waif in a Dickens novel. Now I feel like I know where it’s at, and what’s more, I’ve only ever felt welcomed.
I love fan wars. I don’t like people being closed minded, and I don’t like participating. And frankly, I don’t like that they happen. But I love that people get worked up over their ‘ship or their character or what have you, because to be honest, it makes me feel better about being so obsessive. I also like to read over old flame-ridden conversations and laugh at people being stupid. Yes, I'm mean. And arrogant. Close the door, and do it some time. It’s fun.
I love smut. I love that reading can turn me on. I love that writing can turn me on. I love that fandom makes me more comfortable with this fact. I love that I can say I wrote my first piece of smut when I was 11 (I burned it afterwards, and yes, it was fanfiction), and that the thought of women sitting around writing about fictional character orgies makes me realize that wasn’t wrong at all.
I love slash. I love how people seem to be arguing about it all the time. I love that I didn’t find it sexy at first and that that has changed. And I love the term “gay vampire porn.” I love that dead men are hot together.
I love critique. I love that people always seem to be arguing about critique, too. I love that there are betas and people seriously interested in better fic for all. I love that there are people who don’t care a fig for crit and will always write what they please. I love that there are so many badly spelled, badly characterized, badly everythinged fics out there, or else I would feel like I was missing something if I didn’t read every single thing.
I love my f-list. I love how I can say, “hey guys, look at this!” and you will. I love hearing about your personal lives, even though I rarely comment on them. I love it when you’re boring the hell out of me with things I could care less about, because it forces me to go find something interesting or useful to do with myself. I love how kind some of you are, how clever others of you are, how wonderful all of you seem. I love how getting to know some of you just a little makes my life seem better.
I love meta. I love both meta about canon and meta about fandom. I love that people think and care enough about the characters to say thoughtful things about them, and I love that that makes me think in ways I might not have thought before. And I love that people talk about fandom, how strange it is, how stupid, how silly, how insignificant, how wonderful, how warm, how diverse depraved delightful dark damn cool it is.
I love fandom. I love that some people outside fandom don’t understand fandom. I love that some people inside fandom hate fandom. I think they’re crazy, but I love that they’re there. I love that some people complain about fandom, and can’t seem to see the irony, fun, joy, and pure unaldulterated love that is true wallowing in fandom’s foolishness, fantastickness, and um, fuck, I can’t think of another one. At this point, I’m not even sure why I love them. I just do.
Because, have I mentioned? I love fandom.

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