Here is a random form of procrastination on my part; I should actually be working on my play. But this little meme is a fun way to look at fandoms, of which I have many, not all of them represented here.
The one who seduced you, screwed you over, broke your heart in a million pieces, and laughed about it:
The X-Files probably. It started out so well, and I was so loyal, and then . . . then it just fell apart as it became increasingly clear that Chris Carter either didn’t know what he was doing, was mentally unstable, or both.
The old flame you don’t see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp:
Highlander: The Series. (My college nickname was Methos for a reason.) Every now and then I just really need to go watch an old episode of it.
The mysterious dark one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 AM at weird coffee houses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized s/he really was fucking crazy:
Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comic book series. Friends in college introduced us and boy did we stay up late together! But yeah, pretty fucking crazy.
The one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor and whom you’d still really like to get with again, although you’re relieved s/he doesn’t actually live in town:
I’m not sure I have one of these. At a stretch I’d say Gone with the Wind or the BBC Pride and Prejudice, either of which I’ve been known to curl up with when I’m sick or depressed. Neither is really the type to drink all my liquor, though.
Sherlock Holmes. In various incarnations, but you have to understand that I was predestined to be a fan because of my father, who probably would have named me Sherlock if (a) I’d been male and (b) my mother would have allowed it. In fact, criterion (a) may not have been a prerequisite. My father loves Sherlock Holmes, and when the film Young Sherlock Holmes hit theatres, I fell in love, too. I used to watch it EVERY DAY after school. This is not an exaggeration. I would pop the VHS in while I did my homework. My best friend and I would play Sherlock Holmes. My nickname was Sherlock. I’d watch the Jeremy Brett series with my dad. I have an extensive library of Sherlockiana. To date my car’s license plate is SHRLCK. He trumps everything else.
The alluring stranger whom you’ve flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with:
The original Torchwood series. I’ve watched some and would like to watch some more but haven’t got around to it.
The one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with, but ultimately you’re just good buddies:
Bones. I love this show but don’t have that all-consuming passion for it.
The one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool person except it’s never really gone anywhere:
The Terry Pratchett Discworld books. I’ve tried, but we just can’t get our relationship off the ground.
The one who’s slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at them and thinking, “How the hell did they land all these cool people?”
The Twilight books. For the love of God, I can’t figure out why so many of my friends find them “hot.” I read the first two but gave up after that. I didn’t find any kind of chemistry with the books.
The one who gave you the best damned summer of your life and against whom you measure all other potential partners:
Any number of Steven Spielberg movies could be inserted here. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade really set the tone for me, but even before that, Young Sherlock Holmes (as mentioned above). And after all that, Jurassic Park. These are all films as opposed to real fandoms, but they were the building blocks of my hopes, dreams and goals as well.
The one you recently met at a party and would like to get to know better:
I’m only just now catching up with all the previous Doctor Who series. Not the really old ones–my dad used to watch those and I sometimes watched with him–but starting with the 2005 reboot. We’re just now coming to the end of David Tennant’s reign and the launch of the current incarnation (Matt Smith).
The old flame that you wouldn’t totally object to hooking up with again for a one night romp if only they’d clean up a bit:
ST:TNG maybe? Now that I can watch all the eps via Netflix streaming, we can have fun again. Alas, it’s sad that the show hasn’t held up to the test of time a bit better. Back when it aired, wow! But we’ve come a long way in production values since then.
Your hot new flame:
The one who stole your significant other:
He doesn’t do fandom like I do. And he doesn’t really watch anything I don’t watch too.