O is for obsessive...
Which I am, and we all know
that. And always have been. If it's not one thing it's another. As far
back as I can remember, I've been a collector, a fan, a worshipper at the
altar of meaningless facts. Someone who needs to know. Not to tell, not
to further myself. Just to know. And know that I know. I think the first
thing I can remember obsessing over was mice. Well, rodents in general--I
had a huge crush on Templeton from Charlotte's web--don't look at me that
way, I was five for heaven's sake! (bit o trivia--he was voiced in the
movie by Paul Lynde--was I born a fag hag or what? *L*) I collected mice,
real and china, got them for gifts, wrote stories about them.
Food of course, but that
we can save for some other entry.
Then, (drumroll please)
1977....Star Wars....Look out! I didn't have a jillion dollars for collectibles,
but by God what I had I worked! And I still have almost everything I ever
collected, from action figures to magazine articles, posters and t-shirts,
photo-cards (a big thing at the head shops back in the day), fanfiction
("C3P0 and R2D2 Visit Calgary"--again, quit rolling your eyes, I was twelve!)
I wanted to live that adventure. And it didn't stop. From SW to Empire
(Gak! Han Solo got pretty--when did that happen? Oh yeah, while I was obsessing
over Battlestar Galactica and going quietly insane. You don't think so?
Well, do you know the name of the actor who played Omega on the bridge--he
was the communications lieutenant--not Colonel Tigh, the cute gay one with
the big nose? I do. *L*) And Empire was just so damned good--and fast--and
there were more action figures, more fanfiction, more books and magazines.
ROtJ, muppets aside, just as brilliant and I'd still do obscene acts for
a Salacious Crumb puppet.
Somewhere in the midst of
all this SW obsession, food continued, and so did gay men, again, some
other entry.
Ah, discovered the joys
of smoking, which I'm still fighting to undiscover, and of course, couldn't
be a casual smoker, had to go hardcore. Obsessed with it you might say
*L*
Still more fanfiction, this
time with gay disco bands, a quickie obsession in the mid eighties (Hell,
it was the mid eighties, there weren't anything but gay disco bands *L*)
Dressed like Boy George for a while, knew when Neil Tennant's birthday
was, and the name of Holly Johnson's boyfriend. Then there were the co-dependent
obsessions with real people, which I don't need to go into here, not just
for the sake of my sanity, but for your own--suffice to say, Prince music
still messes me up occasionally.
So, mini obsessions--with
drag, with vampires, with magic rocks and then...
Ah, Fox....
X-Files came along just
about the same time as the internet for me, and the two combined into my
biggest obsession to date. And it's so not done. My brain is crowded with
M/Sk
stories yet to be written, I never tire of watching episodes, buying books,
finding toys and things on ebay. I read and reread beloved fanfic,and even
go so far as to watch drek like Full Frontal and Vampire in Brooklyn, just
to see a familiar XF face. And although I've had my "oh my God it's Giles
and he's singing I've just peed myself" moments, and a brief foray into
Spander fic that made my head ache *L*, it keeps coming back to Fox and
Walter and I just can't get enough.
Of course, that new SW movie
is out in 133 days, and we keep hearing rumours of the new XF movie too....
In the meantime, I'll keep
watching the Mountain, and my dvds, and remember:
Obsessive is evissesbo spelled
backwards!
(thanks Jax!)