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Originally posted by Genea:
I like Mel but, Lindz has her good points. Besides if Mel and Lindz had the same personality I think they would drive each other crazy. My wife is a Libra and I'm an Aries according to our charts we are exact opposites and thank goodness, I think we would kill each otherwise.
Heh. I get that. I've had two, err, soul mates, for lack of a better term, and while the two of us that remain will probably grow old and grey together (but not *that* close together; touch his coodies again? eww! , we are very much alike; we're also different enough in our life experiences and outlooks that we constantly challenge and test one another. Which keeps us interested and keeps our relationship fresh and feisty.
A scary example is that we've both voted, in every election since 18 year olds got the vote (I was 18, he was 20), and this year is literally the *very* first time we've voted for the same candidates. A fact that we still blame the election snafu over. Matter and anti-matter combining towards a common goal leads to nothing good.
My other soul mate, God rest his soul, knew me as I knew him from the day we met. Never before or since have I understood anyone and had him understood me as flawlessly and instinctively as we did from the very first moment we met. We worked side by side for over ten years -- and I'd gladly give up ten years of my life for ten more with him.
Seven years, and I still think about you every day -- Momento mori, Michael...
Now lovers on the other hand -- they're an entirely different breed of animal -- and I've never met one that inspired me to aim for anything more than a few months/years of happy fun PWPs. *weg*
I see Lindsey and Melanie as having that sort of connection; they've had their problems, who doesn't?; but they've worked them through and their undying love and devotion for one another is all that matters and is what is most important in the end.
And I'd just like to agree with whomever said that Gale Harold (Brian) is one of the *hottest* men on teevee today. Randy Harrison (Justin) isn't far behind, either.
Hubba hubba, pass me the remote so I can set that "Save the Last Dance For Me" moment at Justin''s prom on repeat! And then watch Brian *nail* the horror of seeing Justin being hit in the head with a baseball bat not ten minutes later, just because he had the audicity to dance with the man he loves at his senior prom.
*&^%* Chris Hobbs! On a happier note, there's Justin's 'killing you with kindness' speech. And the Pride dance where Justin leaves Brian to his 'wicked ways', but Brian comes after him instead and asks him to dance, promising Justing that he won't forget this one. *happy sigh*
So I'm an all-purpose slut; if they're pretty and sexy I wanna watch 'em get nekkid and sweaty. Huh. Y'all are looking at me like you think that's a bad thing.
Heh. I did inspire a Duncan/Methos PWP whilst raving about Brian's oh-so-fuckable mouth on the phone with chelle, my bestest buddy and sometimes collaborator. She was shocked at my comment, since I'd always claimed that *no one*, **anywhere** has a more fuckable mouth than Duncan MacLeod -- so she watched a few eps of QaF (poor dear can't get Showtime in her neck of the wilds of New England), then wrote "Two Men and a Television" to test the theory. It was great fun to inspire and to read -- and hey, it turns out I was right -- Duncan's still the winner and undisputed champion of the world.
Meanwhile back at the ranch of Lesbian Love: Wheeeee! Party hats! Streamers!! Gifts for the happy couple and Much champagne!!
Melanie and Lindsey are goin' to the chapel and they're gonna get married, going to the chapel and they''re gonna get... (**Whap!** Okay there, all better now) And was it not to die for when Lindsey proposed the toast to her *hack-spit* sister at her *hack-spit third, or was it her fourth, hack-spit* wedding -- wherein Lindsey told all and sundry that she really, truly envied her sister for being able to publicly declare her *cough*love*cough* for the third...fourth?.. time, while Lindsey was asked by her family not to 'flaunt' her eternal devotion for the mother of her child and the forever partner of her life and dreams. All I have to say about that scene is, "Lindsay, you go, girl!" Now that's *real* romance, my kittens.
Okay, so this recap of the adventures of my Queer as Folk heros may have been just a tad *cough* purple -- but I think we all know what I mean. And it's late, and I'm medicated, and have just had a lovely Tequiza -- beer with blue agave, tequila, and lime flavors. *yum*
Speaking of drinking: :::: ting-ting-ting::: A toast: to Melanie and Lindsey, and baby Gus, too; may they love each other more with every passing day, and may their example inspire many, many other women to make a public declaration of their love and devotion as well -- and to hell with the old, tired rules. We don't need no stinkin' rules! Unless we're in Vermont or Hawaii.
Then, rules are of the good. Usually.
Edited to agree with Jessie that Lindsey looked *totally* hot in her chamois halter when she hopped on the back of Melanie's bike in the Pride Parade. *yum*
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Joe: "You watch your ass, MacLeod."
Duncan: "It's not my ass that I'm worried about."
Methos: "Did I happen to mention about all of this coming to a bad end?"
Duncan: "No, Methos, I don't think that you did."
Highlander: Endgame
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