Just like with everything I do, I sometimes latched on to some fascination and until I squeezed it dry, I cannot let go. I finally bought two seasons of Queer as Folk last Sunday at Quiapo. I got hold of the last two seasons, fortunately, (so I didn't have to pull all my hair after watching not knowing the ending) but it also gives me a bereft feeling because I wanted to see how the show developed in the first three seasons.
Anyway, before I go rave and rant about Queer as Folk, I'll tell my story (as this is my personal blog, so I can write anything I want on it). This unreasonable, unexplainable fascination with gay relationships (and before you go accusing me of repressed homosexual tendencies, well, I'm only fascinated with male-male relationships, so I'm the wrong gender completely) started with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The first time I saw fanfiction pairings with the two boys, I predictably said, 'ewww'. Now, given that I am a homebound jobless 29 year old single woman, I am forever addicted to any story that tells of a relationship between two beautiful, hot boys especially Harry and Draco.
I'm getting off track. So okay, I love Harry and Draco. I think they're God's gift to lonely, getting-old single women with no sexual life to speak of. And on many H/D fangroups that I am a member of, they keep mentioning Queer as Folk. I researched of course, and found out that this was a British television series about gay relationships, and that has been adapted in the US. And I am also terribly late to be addicted to the series, but what the heck, at least now I can look forward to watching everything marathon-style.
And I just have to have the DVDs.
I found a season in Metrowalk two months ago. I didn't buy it then. My parents are with me. But I hauled my butt off to Quiapo yesterday, dragged Liza with me, to buy Queer as Folk. And I started watching at 4pm and slept at 5am the next morning. Watching 25 episodes all in all, of poignant, brutally honest, in-your-face television. If this is the American version, I can imagine that the British one is more honest.
So I cheered for Brian Kinney, for Justin, and their love. Well, because they reminded me of Harry and Draco. And I was thrilled when during the minutes between 330 am to 4 am Brian (the bad boy of gaydom) proposed to Justin. Whee! And my whole world crashed, when in the end, they cannot be together. I was bombed.
Why can't they put fairy dust in the end, just to satisfy audience like me who are still hoping against hope that there are love stories that against all odds, can survive at the end? Even Sex and the City managed to put Carrie and Big together, why, WHY can't Brian and Justin end up together?
I jumped up from bed after two hours sleep (because no matter what, I always opened my eyes at 7 in the morning) ate my breakfast and hurriedly turned on the computer just in case there's some notes or hopeful message in the end about Justin and Brian.
Nothing.
It has ended. Their love wasn't enough to overcome the reality that their worlds are apart and that retaining their individuality means much, so much more than their love. Gah! Lesson to all, something that we Filipinos would rather not watch, someone giving up the love of their lives, because well, it would otherwise mean losing yourself.
Anyway, before I go rave and rant about Queer as Folk, I'll tell my story (as this is my personal blog, so I can write anything I want on it). This unreasonable, unexplainable fascination with gay relationships (and before you go accusing me of repressed homosexual tendencies, well, I'm only fascinated with male-male relationships, so I'm the wrong gender completely) started with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. The first time I saw fanfiction pairings with the two boys, I predictably said, 'ewww'. Now, given that I am a homebound jobless 29 year old single woman, I am forever addicted to any story that tells of a relationship between two beautiful, hot boys especially Harry and Draco.
I'm getting off track. So okay, I love Harry and Draco. I think they're God's gift to lonely, getting-old single women with no sexual life to speak of. And on many H/D fangroups that I am a member of, they keep mentioning Queer as Folk. I researched of course, and found out that this was a British television series about gay relationships, and that has been adapted in the US. And I am also terribly late to be addicted to the series, but what the heck, at least now I can look forward to watching everything marathon-style.
And I just have to have the DVDs.
I found a season in Metrowalk two months ago. I didn't buy it then. My parents are with me. But I hauled my butt off to Quiapo yesterday, dragged Liza with me, to buy Queer as Folk. And I started watching at 4pm and slept at 5am the next morning. Watching 25 episodes all in all, of poignant, brutally honest, in-your-face television. If this is the American version, I can imagine that the British one is more honest.
So I cheered for Brian Kinney, for Justin, and their love. Well, because they reminded me of Harry and Draco. And I was thrilled when during the minutes between 330 am to 4 am Brian (the bad boy of gaydom) proposed to Justin. Whee! And my whole world crashed, when in the end, they cannot be together. I was bombed.
Why can't they put fairy dust in the end, just to satisfy audience like me who are still hoping against hope that there are love stories that against all odds, can survive at the end? Even Sex and the City managed to put Carrie and Big together, why, WHY can't Brian and Justin end up together?
I jumped up from bed after two hours sleep (because no matter what, I always opened my eyes at 7 in the morning) ate my breakfast and hurriedly turned on the computer just in case there's some notes or hopeful message in the end about Justin and Brian.
Nothing.
It has ended. Their love wasn't enough to overcome the reality that their worlds are apart and that retaining their individuality means much, so much more than their love. Gah! Lesson to all, something that we Filipinos would rather not watch, someone giving up the love of their lives, because well, it would otherwise mean losing yourself.
Okay...I'm done here. I am dreadfully affected by series that I watched on TV that sometimes it borders on unhealthy. I am sad. But I am also hopeful that there's a chance Justin will come back to Brian. Chalk it up to Filipino sentimentality, I suppose. Gay couples around the world will probably not agree with me, given the reason behind the separation but who knows? Stranger things have happened.
And now I need to read a really fluffy, romantic, happy-ending Harry/Draco story to help me fall asleep without a deep sadness sitting on my chest.
*And I just have to show you Brian and Justin. Sigh. So sad.*
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