I Don't Do Boyfriends
So, as usual, in the days leading up to a big, stressful event, I concoct some sort of absurd escapist past-time for my free moments. This week, as I prepare for my big reading on Sunday, I'm watching a lot of Queer As Folk. (Over Thanksgiving, my brother gave me five VHS cassettes filled with episodes he taped off TV.)
I'm struck by many things (how dated it feels, how my experience of the characters is totally different at 26 than it was even at 23, etc.), but honestly I want to keep most of that to myself.
What I really want to mention is that, just now, as I turned on the TV for background noise as I fold laundry, with the FULL intention of immediately pressing "play" to start the QAF cassette, I was stunned to see Gale Harold's face. Because it was network television. And he wasn't playing Brian Kinney. He was playing a nazi on Grey's Anatomy.

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Dan
I'm struck by many things (how dated it feels, how my experience of the characters is totally different at 26 than it was even at 23, etc.), but honestly I want to keep most of that to myself.
What I really want to mention is that, just now, as I turned on the TV for background noise as I fold laundry, with the FULL intention of immediately pressing "play" to start the QAF cassette, I was stunned to see Gale Harold's face. Because it was network television. And he wasn't playing Brian Kinney. He was playing a nazi on Grey's Anatomy.

No comment?
Love
Dan



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