If I'd managed to hook up with fandom as a teenager, I would have been a K/S slasher. As it was, I spent high school reading and re-reading all the slashiest, h/c-iest ST novels. Ishmael still has a place of honour on my bookshelf.
But I didn't manage to find my way to fandom until grad school, where I both discovered B7 (it was playing on the Wisconsin public TV station where the uni was) and met a friend who was both a grad student and a big ole Doctor Who fan. He pointed me at my first convention, and the rest is history.
My OTP in B7 is also Avon/Vila! And M. Fae is one of my fave authors in the fandom, along with Jane Carnall and Jane Mailander. (I was ecstatic to find all three of them in Pros when I moved fandoms.) Shall have to pull out the zines and read The Iceman Cometh again.
I may have not grown up on B7 or Pros, but I totally grew up on Starsky & Hutch. (I vividly remember watching The Fix when it was first aired--I was ten--and little sparks going off in my brain, even as I wasn't entirely sure what was going on.) I was pretty much always a slasher, too. I adored Spartacus as a kid, and always reckoned it was a love story between Kirk Douglas and Tony Curtis. And Brideshead, which aired over here when I hit high school, was another key moment. Ah, Sebastian...
My grad school pal hooked me on UFO, and fortunately I've managed to convince my Sweetie that it's awesome, so we'll occasionally watch it together. (He's a sucker for good, or at least interesting, design.)
As for Mr. Shaw, I was actually in London ages ago when he was doing An Ideal Husband, but at the time I wasn't too familiar with Wilde and I had no idea who this Shaw bloke was, so I didn't go. Fortunately, I was far more clued in when he did A Man for All Seasons a couple of years ago. I booked my tickets on the first day the London run went on sale, flew over with two friends, and saw it twice. It was a brilliant experience. (Doesn't hurt that it's a play I adore.) Since I'd gone to all that trouble, I figured I would give the stage door a try, but to no avail. Shaw apparently doesn't do the stage door thing anymore. But he did at least send his dresser out to get our programmes, so we all got autographs.
As for the piccie, I'll say it again: phhwoooaaar!
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But I didn't manage to find my way to fandom until grad school, where I both discovered B7 (it was playing on the Wisconsin public TV station where the uni was) and met a friend who was both a grad student and a big ole Doctor Who fan. He pointed me at my first convention, and the rest is history.
My OTP in B7 is also Avon/Vila! And M. Fae is one of my fave authors in the fandom, along with Jane Carnall and Jane Mailander. (I was ecstatic to find all three of them in Pros when I moved fandoms.) Shall have to pull out the zines and read The Iceman Cometh again.
I may have not grown up on B7 or Pros, but I totally grew up on Starsky & Hutch. (I vividly remember watching The Fix when it was first aired--I was ten--and little sparks going off in my brain, even as I wasn't entirely sure what was going on.) I was pretty much always a slasher, too. I adored Spartacus as a kid, and always reckoned it was a love story between Kirk Douglas and Tony Curtis. And Brideshead, which aired over here when I hit high school, was another key moment. Ah, Sebastian...
My grad school pal hooked me on UFO, and fortunately I've managed to convince my Sweetie that it's awesome, so we'll occasionally watch it together. (He's a sucker for good, or at least interesting, design.)
As for Mr. Shaw, I was actually in London ages ago when he was doing An Ideal Husband, but at the time I wasn't too familiar with Wilde and I had no idea who this Shaw bloke was, so I didn't go. Fortunately, I was far more clued in when he did A Man for All Seasons a couple of years ago. I booked my tickets on the first day the London run went on sale, flew over with two friends, and saw it twice. It was a brilliant experience. (Doesn't hurt that it's a play I adore.) Since I'd gone to all that trouble, I figured I would give the stage door a try, but to no avail. Shaw apparently doesn't do the stage door thing anymore. But he did at least send his dresser out to get our programmes, so we all got autographs.
As for the piccie, I'll say it again: phhwoooaaar!