Bri and I were watching "Angel" last night while eating Subway. If you aren't familiar with the show, I highly suggest looking it up and giving it a good watch. It's a spin off of the more popular "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer." Angel, the vampire with a soul, cursed by gypsies in the early 20th Century. Vampires in the Buffyverse are soulless creatures that murder without the drawbacks of guilt and remorse. By forcing a soul on Angel, the gypsies gave the 200 year old vampire remorse and guilt for all the people he killed. Only by experiencing true love with the woman he loves will the curse be broken. The show tends to deal with more adult issues like death, birth, single-parent homes and the power of friends. Well worth everyone's time!
There was this one scene where Angel and Lorne discuss Angel's growing attraction to Cordelia, one of his co-workers and a former rich & snobbish cheerleader at Sunnydale High. Cordelia, now a Champion of Light, has grown into a gorgeous person both inside and out. Angel has been sensing a attraction to her for quite sometime. At this point in the show, Bri and I were holding hands. I looked down at his hand in mine and was struck by an overwhelming feeling of Pride. Not Pride in the showy, flashy sense like Toronto Pride, but Pride as it was meant to be; I was proud of myself and my sexual identity. Proud that we live in a society where my boyfriend and I could be together. We could hold hands in privacy and in public without fear of, you know, death.
Then I noticed the slenderness of Brian's thumb in comparison to my own, the variation in skin pigmentation and the sensation of holding, not only the man I love, but a simply a man's hand. Caught in the moment, I looked at Brian as he watched the episode. I just looked. Then I felt the overpowering need to kiss him. The feel of his lips against mine was especially acute because of the state of mental stimulation I was in.
It was great experience.
Good episode, too.
Angel simultaneously stabs the tragedy-faced man in the chest with the sword and throws the knife in his other hand at the joy-faced man across the room:
Cordelia: We have to go now!
Angel: Why? Are there more coming?
Cordelia: No. But you looked really hot doing that just now.
Pause
Angel: Okay! Let's go!
Oh, the genius of Joss Whedon!
There was this one scene where Angel and Lorne discuss Angel's growing attraction to Cordelia, one of his co-workers and a former rich & snobbish cheerleader at Sunnydale High. Cordelia, now a Champion of Light, has grown into a gorgeous person both inside and out. Angel has been sensing a attraction to her for quite sometime. At this point in the show, Bri and I were holding hands. I looked down at his hand in mine and was struck by an overwhelming feeling of Pride. Not Pride in the showy, flashy sense like Toronto Pride, but Pride as it was meant to be; I was proud of myself and my sexual identity. Proud that we live in a society where my boyfriend and I could be together. We could hold hands in privacy and in public without fear of, you know, death.
Then I noticed the slenderness of Brian's thumb in comparison to my own, the variation in skin pigmentation and the sensation of holding, not only the man I love, but a simply a man's hand. Caught in the moment, I looked at Brian as he watched the episode. I just looked. Then I felt the overpowering need to kiss him. The feel of his lips against mine was especially acute because of the state of mental stimulation I was in.
It was great experience.
Good episode, too.
Angel simultaneously stabs the tragedy-faced man in the chest with the sword and throws the knife in his other hand at the joy-faced man across the room:
Cordelia: We have to go now!
Angel: Why? Are there more coming?
Cordelia: No. But you looked really hot doing that just now.
Pause
Angel: Okay! Let's go!
Oh, the genius of Joss Whedon!
1 comments:
You sure know how to make a boy blush. Great post and much agreed on all your points.
Love ,
B
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