( Somebody stopped me in the street today because I was wearing a TAI shirt! ) I love fangirls! I really, really do. I love fangirls of all types and affiliations. The two guys she was walking with were all *MASSIVE EYEROLL*, and even THAT pleased me, because dudes, you are MISSING OUT, and you don't even KNOW it.
I've been thinking a lot about fannishness today, about fannish affiliation and loyalty and self-identification, because I had a big stupid fight with my family on Father's Day
( about the tattoo I want to get. ) UGH, I am so TIRED of people judging body modification, I feel like it's fucking everywhere in my world this week! A couple of guys I know from high school managed to make me feel embarrassed for the first time since getting them about my nipple piercings.
( I hate that. ) I've done the research, I'm making a thoughtful, informed decision and considering all the options, now
please just let my body be my own business.
ETA: Also, obvs this does not apply to people whose opinions were actually SOUGHT OUT. But none of the above situations at any time involved anyone saying the words, "What do
you think?"
The worst part about it was that the tattoo I want to get – the White Tree of Gondor with the seven stars – is
( deeply, deeply meaningful to me. ) So maybe thirty years from now I won't identify as a fan (hard for me to believe, but possible): if there's any scrap of my personality left, I'll still identify as a nerd, and that tattoo will still matter to me. Ugh, I hate that now I feel like I have to defend it, but seriously, SERIOUSLY. All this bullshit is making me want to gauge my ears and get knuckle tats.
Let's think about more positive things, my lovelies! Let's think about PETE AND PATRICK BEING GAY. You've all seen the
Rage clip, of course? Are you not stunned and amazed by the new levels of gay to which our canon can rise? Ohhh, hearts.