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tacks and Anyway, today I am being visited by
ickle, which definitely falls in the Best News Ever category. (We've been trying to organise visiting each other for about a year now, if not longer.) I'm going to play her EVERYTHING I OWN (as in all the music I own, not the watered-down reggae track inexpertly covered by Boy George) and in the end she will be forced to run away from me while I chase her down the street shouting "Wait! You haven't seen Martin Kemp as an unconvincing vampire yet! You don't know what you're missing!". So that should be fun.You'll have to forgive me. There are those of you who have never been involved in any fandom in any way, and I know some of you are the kind to roll your eyes at the whole thing, but actually? I find myself wanting to write a long explanatory post about fandom and fiction and slash and all the rest of it, just in the hope of convincing those people that being a fandom type isn't a conscious decision any more than being really into cars or, indeed, really into boys. There's a strong case for it being just something you're born with. Of course, there are certain people in the world who would say that that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to eradicate it from your brain. I'm not one of those people, though.
So anyway. You'll have to forgive me the new fandom joy. And if your response to that is "Argh, why should I?" then tell me so, 'cause that'll warrant writing that post.
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