January 25th, 2010


{Albus is gay} repost 10/27/2007

I read a somewhat dubious literature called fanfiction. It is made all the more subcultureish by the fact that most often I will be reading what is called slash fiction. This means that most of the romantic relationships in said fiction is homosexual in nature. I like to read about boys falling in love and boinking each other.

Having said that, I can say that hearing from the great lady herself that dear old Albus is gay gave me a strange sort of satisfaction. I suppose it is because I have seen so many stories where he is gay already, it was just an affirmation of what I, on some level, already knew. Maybe it is because I have come to believe that almost anyone and anything is slashable. This just proves it. Sort of.

There has been considerably less bruhaha about this than I would have thought. Which either shows that society is finally getting used to the fact that there are gay people everywhere, or that people are sick of hearing about Harry Potter. I think probably the latter.

They just don’t understand the depths of the obsession that has gripped we Potterites. For the better part of the last decade has been spent mostly in some level of anticipation. Waiting for the next book, the next movie. All we have left is movies.

We are on the cusp of becoming victims of post potter depression.

One thing I do know is that Harry Potter will never go away. There are too many devotees out here in the real world that have secret lives that include the boy with the scar. We are raveous for anything new. Anything.

{in memoriam} repost from 4/19/2007

I found out someone died today. I think she died on the 12th, but I am not sure. I didn’t really know her, but she was a bit of a hero to me. Her live journal name was thamiris . I never knew her true name. She was heavily involved in the Smallville fandom, a bit involved with Harry Potter, and when I was into my live journal on a daily basis, I read her entries ravenously.

She was a college professor somewhere in Canada. In the recent weeks I have glanced at my live journal several times and not seen a post from her so I went directly to her live journal and saw that she had been diagnosed with cancer. Or the C word as she put it. Today, I was searching for some of her fanfiction and I saw that she had several memorials on her journal and my breath caught. I searched some of the live journals on the memorials and finally found that she had died. I am stunned and heartbroken.

She was a self proclaimed pornographic goddess. She was tawdry, and literary, and smart, and completely vulgar in the most delightful way. She was vivacious and and her wit was quick and sharp. She did not suffer fools or people who took themselves to seriously. And I think it was her most ardent dream to see Clark and Lex make out on her living room floor(and then join them, of course).

It always strikes me as lovely and strange that you can get to know someone in cyberspace and how much they can come to mean to you even if you hardly ever communicate directly. We did on a couple of occasions, but I, like most of her followers watched and laughed and agreed from a distance.

I feel like there is much less light in the world.

And I loved her even though I never really knew her.

I feel like I did when I found out Spalding Grey had committed suicide. Like in some irrational but fundamental way it affects my life. I think just knowing she was out there somewhere meant that the passion I put into fandom was not silly. That fanfiction was just another form of fiction.

Because if Tham agreed, it couldn’t possibly be any other way.

I will miss you Tham, you affected my life and I will be forever grateful.