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aria did the meme where you describe your fandoms as though they were relationships; I started trying to figure out how to sum mine up and, well, it got long, complicated, narrative and perhaps slightly uncomplimentary to a few of my exes. Also I had to add a whole new column to my spreadsheet to work out what I was cheating on with what when.
Relationship prehistory:iulia introduced me to The X-Files when I was in high school, and I fell fast and hard. I was just a kid and didn't quite know what I was getting into, but The X-Files treated me great and the relationship ended more or less amicably, as I grew up and grew apart. By the time I was in college The X-Files had gone pretty weird, but I still tried to keep in touch--through Iulia, as well as directly. Nowadays I look back on the whole thing pretty fondly (but not so fondly that I didn't keep a safe distance away from the last movie).
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was my first proper relationship, in college. Once again I fell fast and hard and a little crazily, doodling names in the margins of my notebooks and all. We got very serious, very fast, and we were actually engaged to be married when I met Due South. Due South swept me off my feet; I tried for a little while to pretend I was still in love, or at least still committed, to Buffy, but it didn't take long before it was totally obvious where my heart lay. I didn't rush into any big commitments this time, and we had months of unsullied happiness.
Things went a little sideways for me and Due South, though, in the personal emotional meatgrinder known as the Winter of '03-04. Things were pretty badly on the rocks, and I went off and had a moderately-serious fling with Firefly, followed by an even more intense, and intensely weird, relationship with Stargate SG-1 (we both had some pretty serious issues at the time, and played magnificently into each other's neuroses).
I decided to give things with Due South one more try--it had never been anything but good to me, really, all my friends loved it, and it was mostly way less complicated than SG-1--and, ahahaha, I got pregnant. I committed to sticking things out, and we were happy again for the rest of that year, though I had a series of flirtations with Due South's various friends and acquaintances around then--Memento, Flower & Garnet, Hard Core Logo, My Life as a Dog.
Then the baby showed up and I realized I was pretty much finished with Due South; while I once again half-heartedly pretended I was trying to make it work, in truth I was running around with any fandom that seemed willing, and it was only a matter of time before I admitted we were through. The strain of pretending made the break up rather emphatic on my side and, so I thought, entirely permanent.
I had a weeks-long passionate romance with House that settled into a long-term simmer before finally burning out in bitterness a couple of years later, and briefer encounters with Horatio Hornblower (we made no promises and did not disappoint one another, and remain fond) and The O.C. (things went weird, there, and ended a little uncomfortably). I went back to SG-1, and discovered that we had both mellowed considerably and could now enjoy our occasional encounters; we talked idly about babies but had enough mutual sense of self-preservation to go no further.
And I also, of course, met Numb3rs and once again fell in love. One of our first encounters was in an odd little threesome with Stargate: Atlantis; I remained friends with SGA, and though there was some lingering frisson of interest after that first experience, we never did hook up again, just drifting variously closer and further apart as time went on.
For a while Numb3rs remained just part of the circus--things were not yet entirely over with Due South, and then I met The Dead Zone and things were briefly quite intense. But I loved Numb3rs and had high hopes, and then in the fall of 2005 I found myself once again encumbered with offspring, though I was in some kind of heavy denial about just how serious the commitment was going to be. Still, I decided to stay with Numb3rs; the Dead Zone thing petered out, although it was promptly replaced by CSI, another brief and passionate affair, and then The West Wing, which was, if not exactly platonic, then quite chaste, despite all its intensity, except for one brief spring break consummation which was never repeated. Numb3rs and I were quite happy for a while, but it became increasingly clear to me that--well, it remained exactly the fandom I had first met and fallen for, and I had expected it to change, and it did not, and with every passing month I was yet more committed.
In January 2007, my growing discontent burst out into a flurry of new affairs: Bones, which I loved very much and which was no better for me than Numb3rs, and CSI: NY, likewise, though in that case we both knew it and have managed to remain friends. Then I met Supernatural and fell hard, and knew that this might just be the fandom I'd been looking for--
Except then I met Bandom, and it was all over. With Bandom I rediscovered love and joy, and was entirely faithful for eight solid months, without even the customary break for Yuletide. I had not expected ever to be so deliriously happy ever again. I was careful not to make the overcommitments I had made before, which might spoil our happiness...
Especially since I remained bound by my last commitment, to Numb3rs. In early 2008, fully stocked up on delight, I returned to Numb3rs to try to finish things, and did. By the time the new baby was out into the world, I was entirely done with Numb3rs, and felt very far away from Bandom as well.
Doctor Who & Torchwood rushed into the gap, and even before the formal conclusion of my separation from Numb3rs, I found myself taking a smaller but still quite serious leap with Torchwood. By the time that wound up, in October 2008, I was ready to swear off long-term commitments entirely.
I got back together with Supernatural, on a comfortably non-monogamous basis, while also experimenting with Life and Merlin. I had a meteoric brief affair with Die Hard, then found myself all unexpectedly back in the arms of SG-1, for another comfortably loving stint (though, this time, a bit spiced with criticism)--and now find myself, perhaps, a little bit pregnant with those babies we had better sense than to start way back in 2004 or 2005. We'll see how that turns out; I guess (to jump fandoms a bit) they could always be held in stasis a while. I had another encounter with Torchwood, and don't know if I'll ever give it up entirely, to say nothing of its cleverer, nicer big brother, Doctor Who; I had a much more surprising reunion with Due South, leaving us at last on thoroughly good terms, though quite firmly finished with each other. And in the last couple of months I've also met Star Trek and Southland, each of whom I love very dearly, though of course it's much too soon to say how it will all play out.
...I was going to make a lot of those references links or footnotes or something, but I think I'll just leave it as is--God knows it's gone on long enough--and offer explanations upon request. :)
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So
aria did the meme where you describe your fandoms as though they were relationships; I started trying to figure out how to sum mine up and, well, it got long, complicated, narrative and perhaps slightly uncomplimentary to a few of my exes. Also I had to add a whole new column to my spreadsheet to work out what I was cheating on with what when. Relationship prehistory:
iulia introduced me to The X-Files when I was in high school, and I fell fast and hard. I was just a kid and didn't quite know what I was getting into, but The X-Files treated me great and the relationship ended more or less amicably, as I grew up and grew apart. By the time I was in college The X-Files had gone pretty weird, but I still tried to keep in touch--through Iulia, as well as directly. Nowadays I look back on the whole thing pretty fondly (but not so fondly that I didn't keep a safe distance away from the last movie).Buffy the Vampire Slayer was my first proper relationship, in college. Once again I fell fast and hard and a little crazily, doodling names in the margins of my notebooks and all. We got very serious, very fast, and we were actually engaged to be married when I met Due South. Due South swept me off my feet; I tried for a little while to pretend I was still in love, or at least still committed, to Buffy, but it didn't take long before it was totally obvious where my heart lay. I didn't rush into any big commitments this time, and we had months of unsullied happiness.
Things went a little sideways for me and Due South, though, in the personal emotional meatgrinder known as the Winter of '03-04. Things were pretty badly on the rocks, and I went off and had a moderately-serious fling with Firefly, followed by an even more intense, and intensely weird, relationship with Stargate SG-1 (we both had some pretty serious issues at the time, and played magnificently into each other's neuroses).
I decided to give things with Due South one more try--it had never been anything but good to me, really, all my friends loved it, and it was mostly way less complicated than SG-1--and, ahahaha, I got pregnant. I committed to sticking things out, and we were happy again for the rest of that year, though I had a series of flirtations with Due South's various friends and acquaintances around then--Memento, Flower & Garnet, Hard Core Logo, My Life as a Dog.
Then the baby showed up and I realized I was pretty much finished with Due South; while I once again half-heartedly pretended I was trying to make it work, in truth I was running around with any fandom that seemed willing, and it was only a matter of time before I admitted we were through. The strain of pretending made the break up rather emphatic on my side and, so I thought, entirely permanent.
I had a weeks-long passionate romance with House that settled into a long-term simmer before finally burning out in bitterness a couple of years later, and briefer encounters with Horatio Hornblower (we made no promises and did not disappoint one another, and remain fond) and The O.C. (things went weird, there, and ended a little uncomfortably). I went back to SG-1, and discovered that we had both mellowed considerably and could now enjoy our occasional encounters; we talked idly about babies but had enough mutual sense of self-preservation to go no further.
And I also, of course, met Numb3rs and once again fell in love. One of our first encounters was in an odd little threesome with Stargate: Atlantis; I remained friends with SGA, and though there was some lingering frisson of interest after that first experience, we never did hook up again, just drifting variously closer and further apart as time went on.
For a while Numb3rs remained just part of the circus--things were not yet entirely over with Due South, and then I met The Dead Zone and things were briefly quite intense. But I loved Numb3rs and had high hopes, and then in the fall of 2005 I found myself once again encumbered with offspring, though I was in some kind of heavy denial about just how serious the commitment was going to be. Still, I decided to stay with Numb3rs; the Dead Zone thing petered out, although it was promptly replaced by CSI, another brief and passionate affair, and then The West Wing, which was, if not exactly platonic, then quite chaste, despite all its intensity, except for one brief spring break consummation which was never repeated. Numb3rs and I were quite happy for a while, but it became increasingly clear to me that--well, it remained exactly the fandom I had first met and fallen for, and I had expected it to change, and it did not, and with every passing month I was yet more committed.
In January 2007, my growing discontent burst out into a flurry of new affairs: Bones, which I loved very much and which was no better for me than Numb3rs, and CSI: NY, likewise, though in that case we both knew it and have managed to remain friends. Then I met Supernatural and fell hard, and knew that this might just be the fandom I'd been looking for--
Except then I met Bandom, and it was all over. With Bandom I rediscovered love and joy, and was entirely faithful for eight solid months, without even the customary break for Yuletide. I had not expected ever to be so deliriously happy ever again. I was careful not to make the overcommitments I had made before, which might spoil our happiness...
Especially since I remained bound by my last commitment, to Numb3rs. In early 2008, fully stocked up on delight, I returned to Numb3rs to try to finish things, and did. By the time the new baby was out into the world, I was entirely done with Numb3rs, and felt very far away from Bandom as well.
Doctor Who & Torchwood rushed into the gap, and even before the formal conclusion of my separation from Numb3rs, I found myself taking a smaller but still quite serious leap with Torchwood. By the time that wound up, in October 2008, I was ready to swear off long-term commitments entirely.
I got back together with Supernatural, on a comfortably non-monogamous basis, while also experimenting with Life and Merlin. I had a meteoric brief affair with Die Hard, then found myself all unexpectedly back in the arms of SG-1, for another comfortably loving stint (though, this time, a bit spiced with criticism)--and now find myself, perhaps, a little bit pregnant with those babies we had better sense than to start way back in 2004 or 2005. We'll see how that turns out; I guess (to jump fandoms a bit) they could always be held in stasis a while. I had another encounter with Torchwood, and don't know if I'll ever give it up entirely, to say nothing of its cleverer, nicer big brother, Doctor Who; I had a much more surprising reunion with Due South, leaving us at last on thoroughly good terms, though quite firmly finished with each other. And in the last couple of months I've also met Star Trek and Southland, each of whom I love very dearly, though of course it's much too soon to say how it will all play out.
...I was going to make a lot of those references links or footnotes or something, but I think I'll just leave it as is--God knows it's gone on long enough--and offer explanations upon request. :)
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