It is Man Candy Monday and let me tell you, I’m looking at my summer to do list and it’s woefully under-achieved. Very little writing has been done – Aside is in a DIFFICULT spot, I’m stalled with Nemo and The Shepherd – well I’ve written and torn out that spot I don’t know how many times. Today, I am going into town to run a few errands; we just might make a day of it.
Nah. Prolly a few hours. It’s hot. Really hot. Melt the tires off your car, hot.
My RA fandom questionnaire is winding down. I love doing these things. I really do. Keeps my nose out of catalogs! LOL! In case you missed it, Guylty asked me why I tortured myself. It’s window shopping. I’m good at window shopping. For years, it’s all I could do and the memory is still fresh. My mom loves to window shop, but she window shops houses. I’m having that itch as well, but I’m not to sure this area is where I want to put down deep roots. Every time I start thinking about putting down deep roots, the Good Lord yanks me up and the deeper I’ve delved, the harder the yank. I’m thinking if I don’t do that, He won’t yank so hard.
X – is there a fellow fan who got you into either delurking or convinced you to participate in the fandom?
Ah, funny question. Sobering answer.
About… oh… 13-14 years ago, I was involved in a fandom war that lasted some years and cost people (not me) their jobs, their blogs, a lot of things. The actor was QUITE small, repertoire wise and had a small small bit (2 lines) part in a large production. This war ended all wars and made the whole Whozits-Whatzits uproar, look like candy. My antagonizers destroyed two, maybe three fandoms that I know of and had never had anyone they attacked fight back, something I do well. I’ve always been of the mind-set of – if you want to dick me, fine. I’ll let karma do it’s job. But if you go after my family – or in this case, Spawn – I am Karma. Prepare to die.
And I became Karma.
In the end, I lost respect for the actor, who got pulled into it (not by me) and did not behave admirably, lost respect for a handful of long time friends, who had gotten pulled into it, not by my doing, and after chugging along for the fun of the ride, decided it wasn’t fun anymore, when the Sisters Gruesome went after them and attempted to get out of it by throwing me under the bus. That didn’t work either. When it was over and the dust settled, I decided that fandom was apeshit and I would just perv quietly on my own.
And that worked well for over a decade. I perved on several cutie patootie actors and was happy in my solitude. Which is all fine and dandy, if you’re into solitude. Yahoo Groups was in its heyday and let me tell you, despite the mucking up of it, and the onslaught of Instagram and Twitter and Facebook and Tumblr and Disqis or however it’s spelled, Yahoo Groups was the best of its kind and was the best place for people to get together and perv together for whatever purpose. Nothing has surpassed it.
Regardless, at the height of my LOTR love and Harry Potter love, I was active on no less than 125 groups. As of today, I’m on 11 groups and I wouldn’t call myself ‘active’ on any of them. Even the ones I moderate and the one I own.
So I’ve been perving a lone for a long time except perving alone is like relying 100% on adult toys for relationship needs. Even if you name the toy, it doesn’t talk back, it doesn’t add to the conversation, it doesn’t initiate conversation and you can’t develop a relationship with it. You certainly can’t take it out in public, to dinner, much less to the movies.
My perviness on other actors were relatively short-lived during this time. I was a whore. When you can’t talk about them, one-sided convos become boring, so it’s easy to move on. I had joined Tumblr and was quietly feeding my hunger for my previous Pervinator. When The Hobbit was released, Thorin invaded my fantasies and over a period of a short month or two, I went from following and looking for fellow Karl-pervs to Richard pervs.
And late one night, I met B
And if you don’t know who B is, shame on you! Most of you would know her as RichardArmitageForever.
It started as a reblogging comment and exploded into a conversation on PM that went on for hours.
As you know, I write fanfiction. I’ve been writing fanfiction since 2002 or 2003 and Guy of Gisborne had just invaded my dash, as well as my wet dreams and I hadn’t SEEN Robin Hood!!! I was developing the plot for Manna from Heaven and I invited B to read my Rohirrim fic, which took up a lot of my repertoire and asked if I could bounce bunnies (ideas) off her.
She was a glutton for punishment and said yes.
And then she introduced me to Guylty…. the rest, is history.
When you write fanfiction or create artwork or graphics, it’s hard to stay in a corner, unobserved and unseen. By the time I retreated to my quiet corner, I still had an established fanbase for my fanfiction and was considered very prolific. I still had friends, I still have friends.
So B dragged me ever so quietly into the hub of Richarddom. Where honestly, at times, I wished I had stayed in my corner, but I’m too loud to do that for long periods of time. And the truth is, despite the oddballs and arguments that go on in a fandom and the ape-shittedness that happens, Richard’s fans – or the ones who let me run with THEIR crowd – are some of the nicest people I’ve not met in real life.
So hello, to my corner of the fandom. It’s not much, but it’s mine.
I am late. I meant to leave 2 hours ago. I have shit to do. So there will be ManCandy this afternoon. Right now, have some Richard.
(Barnabas Collins had a son…)