For whatever crazy reason, I recently re-read my Fantasy Season Five for the first time since originally posting it in the fall of 2004.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that the "wayback machine" version is still intact (
http://web.archive.org/web/20061005123114/www.whatlovemeans.com/galedreamer/home.html), especially after being so rusty with LJ I had to hunt for the "Memories" version (
http://galedreamer.livejournal.com/9047.html).
It was like reading it for the first time. Somehow I thought I had written an angst-filled courtroom drama. But upon re-reading, I see it was something else. This exchange, very early in the first episode when Brian and Justin are experiencing the Mile High Club, sets the tone:
I enter him so fast it jolts his body forward, and he hits his forehead on the mirror - hard.
“Ouch,” he cries out and I stop for him to adjust. He’s grimacing and wiggling around, trying to get comfortable, like that’s a possibility.
I smack his ass again hard, reminding him that pain is part of it.
“Fuck you Brian, a concussion is NOT part of it.”
Maybe someday I'll actually re-watch the show - assuming I can find my autographed DVDs that are stored in my garage somewhere. Perspective is a bitch.