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regndoftI did the thing. The thing where I watched ALL OF THE CLASSIC WHO. And all of the New Who, for that matter. All of the Doctor Who. All of it.
I feel like I should say a couple of words to mark the occasion, but it's late and I'm mostly writing here because I feel like shit and don't want to go to bed (my normal circadian rhythm lasted for almost a month, go self). While I did have a short moment of "BUT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THIS GAPING HOLE IN MY SPARE TIME??" I quickly realised I could just fill it up with more Doctor Who audios and novels. Existential crisis solved.
(Also, I'll have more time to watch other shows. Like, I could actually pick up where I stopped watching Blake's 7 for reasons unknown even to myself. So that's. A thing.)
I do want to do a bit of writing, the way I always want to do a bit of meta or just obnoxiously share my opinions with other people about things I love-- if anyone has anything Who-related (or, um, not Who-related too, I guess) to suggest, that would be cool. I don't know about other people, but I find it a joy to read about other people's love for things. It's why I like The I Like Doctor Who Project a lot.
Rl update: walked in my first Pride Parade on saturday, which was both tedious and wonderful. It was really really hot and almost no wind, and our float (the Teachers' Association and the student council of my old upper secondary school) was near the end of the parade, so we who were there early waited for almost four hours to get going. But once we did, it was great fun; Stockholm Pride always attracts a huge audience, and while the LGBT community frequently criticises it for being too commercial/white male gay-oriented, I found it extremely liberating. It's a triumphant feeling, refusing to be ignored, even if it's only for a week a year.
Of course, the downside to this is that I literally danced 3,5 kilometres for two hours. And have been unable to walk properly for several days because of my blisters.
On the positive side, this is the most grievous bodily harm I've ever received for my sexuality, and it's self-inflicted. :P
I feel like I should say a couple of words to mark the occasion, but it's late and I'm mostly writing here because I feel like shit and don't want to go to bed (my normal circadian rhythm lasted for almost a month, go self). While I did have a short moment of "BUT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THIS GAPING HOLE IN MY SPARE TIME??" I quickly realised I could just fill it up with more Doctor Who audios and novels. Existential crisis solved.
(Also, I'll have more time to watch other shows. Like, I could actually pick up where I stopped watching Blake's 7 for reasons unknown even to myself. So that's. A thing.)
I do want to do a bit of writing, the way I always want to do a bit of meta or just obnoxiously share my opinions with other people about things I love-- if anyone has anything Who-related (or, um, not Who-related too, I guess) to suggest, that would be cool. I don't know about other people, but I find it a joy to read about other people's love for things. It's why I like The I Like Doctor Who Project a lot.
Rl update: walked in my first Pride Parade on saturday, which was both tedious and wonderful. It was really really hot and almost no wind, and our float (the Teachers' Association and the student council of my old upper secondary school) was near the end of the parade, so we who were there early waited for almost four hours to get going. But once we did, it was great fun; Stockholm Pride always attracts a huge audience, and while the LGBT community frequently criticises it for being too commercial/white male gay-oriented, I found it extremely liberating. It's a triumphant feeling, refusing to be ignored, even if it's only for a week a year.
Of course, the downside to this is that I literally danced 3,5 kilometres for two hours. And have been unable to walk properly for several days because of my blisters.
On the positive side, this is the most grievous bodily harm I've ever received for my sexuality, and it's self-inflicted. :P
