Creme brulee and other sweet, soft, delicious things

I just realized something today.

(Side note... isn't that the best way to start a blog? Isn't it just the exact purpose of having one? That someone will (at least you tell yourself) want to, be eager to, and in fact, be dying to know what whimsical, pondery thought you had today.)

But yes.

I realized of all love stories, I like queer love stories the best (queer being two guys, or two girls, or basically any arrangement involving anything that's not one biological male and one biological female). Want to know the reason why I like them best? You do, you do?

The thing is, with a queer love story, especially if one or both people are confronting some new aspect of themselves that they've been afraid of 'til now.... it's so scary and exciting and beautifully fragile. That moment, that linger, that on-the-borderline flirting phrase... That first, halting, kiss... it's all so scary to that person. And the only reason they're doing it--it's not because someone told them to, or because it's expected. It's because they're following their heart. Scary as it might be, no matter that it's far outside the beaten path, they've reached a point where they believe in themselves and their future and their potential, and just... well, love... that they decided to *listen* for once. And I find that sort of honesty and truth just stop-and-soak-it-up beautiful.

The end.

Mood: Shhhh, you'll break it.