Boxing Day treat
Hehehe. So slash_kitten pointed out an interesting detail about the newly launched futube.de and I posted a comment about it and one thing lead to the other.
EDIT: You can find her take on the subject here:
Four situations where denial isn’t a river in Egypt
Title: Denial: not just a river in Egypt
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Rating: PG for a bit of swearing
Author's Notes: Dedicated to slash_kitten who gave me the idea
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.
"Oh man, not again!"
Bela looked up from his comics and looked at Farin, who was sitting with the laptop on his knees.
"What?"
"Someone's just sent me another link to some slash fanfiction or whatever it's called."
"You mean those porn stories featuring us?"
"Yeah, that. I'm starting to miss the old 'Farin, I love you, will you marry me?' emails. I wonder where these girls get ideas from."
Bela gave a very obviously fake cough and went back to reading.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Bela replied turning a page. "Nothing at all."
Farin rolled his eyes. "If you've got something to tell me, just say it already."
"Well, I can't say I blame them. We're always flirting on stage, some of them must think there's really something between us. And you haven't had a girlfriend in ages..."
"That's none of their business, who tells them I don't have one right now? Just because I don't make my relationships public..."
"And then there was that statement on your website..."
Farin looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What statement?"
"You know that FuTube thing you did last Christmas?" Farin nodded. "In the list of unwanted contents 'homophobe' was the first thing."
"And?"
It was Bela's turn to roll his eyes. "Why not 'racist'? Or 'fascist'?"
Farin shrugged. "It's just a list of things I don't want on my site, who cares about the order?"
Bela shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if you really are just naive."
"Wait, just because I listed 'homophobe' as first it means I'm gay? That doesn't make any sense!"
Bela shrugged.
"What about girls who flash us their boobs during concerts? I wouldn't appreciate that if I was gay."
"That's called denial, Jan."
Farin gaped at him. "You think I'm gay too?"
"Not really gay, maybe just bi. But yeah, I've wondered about it a few times."
Farin stared at him with big, incredulous eyes. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Admit it, Jan: you have been sending out mixed signals. And I really can't remember when was the last time I saw you with a woman."
"You know I don't have time for a girlfriend..."
"You always find the time for something you want."
"All right, I don't want a girlfriend, I'm single and happy with it. Does that make me gay?"
"No, but it makes people talk."
"I don't fucking care what people have to say!"
"Then why are we having this conversation?"
"Because you talked me into it! Man, I need some fresh air!"
Farin got up and went to the bus driver to ask him if they could stop at the next service area.
Bela went back to his comics and smiled.
'You won't stay in the closet much longer, my dear. And when you're out, I'll be your first...'
Cross-posted to deine_schuld.
EDIT: You can find her take on the subject here:
Four situations where denial isn’t a river in Egypt
Title: Denial: not just a river in Egypt
Fandom: Die Ärzte
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Rating: PG for a bit of swearing
Author's Notes: Dedicated to slash_kitten who gave me the idea
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I use their "public personas" as if they were fictional characters. No libel or copyright infringement intended.
"Oh man, not again!"
Bela looked up from his comics and looked at Farin, who was sitting with the laptop on his knees.
"What?"
"Someone's just sent me another link to some slash fanfiction or whatever it's called."
"You mean those porn stories featuring us?"
"Yeah, that. I'm starting to miss the old 'Farin, I love you, will you marry me?' emails. I wonder where these girls get ideas from."
Bela gave a very obviously fake cough and went back to reading.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Bela replied turning a page. "Nothing at all."
Farin rolled his eyes. "If you've got something to tell me, just say it already."
"Well, I can't say I blame them. We're always flirting on stage, some of them must think there's really something between us. And you haven't had a girlfriend in ages..."
"That's none of their business, who tells them I don't have one right now? Just because I don't make my relationships public..."
"And then there was that statement on your website..."
Farin looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What statement?"
"You know that FuTube thing you did last Christmas?" Farin nodded. "In the list of unwanted contents 'homophobe' was the first thing."
"And?"
It was Bela's turn to roll his eyes. "Why not 'racist'? Or 'fascist'?"
Farin shrugged. "It's just a list of things I don't want on my site, who cares about the order?"
Bela shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if you really are just naive."
"Wait, just because I listed 'homophobe' as first it means I'm gay? That doesn't make any sense!"
Bela shrugged.
"What about girls who flash us their boobs during concerts? I wouldn't appreciate that if I was gay."
"That's called denial, Jan."
Farin gaped at him. "You think I'm gay too?"
"Not really gay, maybe just bi. But yeah, I've wondered about it a few times."
Farin stared at him with big, incredulous eyes. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Admit it, Jan: you have been sending out mixed signals. And I really can't remember when was the last time I saw you with a woman."
"You know I don't have time for a girlfriend..."
"You always find the time for something you want."
"All right, I don't want a girlfriend, I'm single and happy with it. Does that make me gay?"
"No, but it makes people talk."
"I don't fucking care what people have to say!"
"Then why are we having this conversation?"
"Because you talked me into it! Man, I need some fresh air!"
Farin got up and went to the bus driver to ask him if they could stop at the next service area.
Bela went back to his comics and smiled.
'You won't stay in the closet much longer, my dear. And when you're out, I'll be your first...'
Cross-posted to deine_schuld.