I wouldnt say that Im obsessed or anything.  Just because I spend hours writing about fictional characters, when Im not writing about them Im thinking about them, when Im not thinking about them Im talking on the telephone with someone about them, I almost committed suicide last week when one of them died and I seriously thought about taking out a contract on one person in particular.  All those things added up surely doesnt make me an obsessive. 

Compulsive yes, but not obsessive.  Somehow compulsive sounds better to me than obsessive. 

It is with that in mind that I ventured to the L-Word Fanfic Get Together in San Francisco.  I figured at worst I would meet people I had nothing in common with and have a few drinks and at best it could prove to be a lot of fun.  Meeting people who have the potential to be just as compulsive as I could prove to be very interesting. 

Not to take too much for chance I did seed the visit with a few friends of my own.  After all I may be compulsive but Im not stupid.  I included a few like minded people who I felt would assure the Get Together would be a rousing success.  After all it was my idea so I did feel a little responsible for some degree of a good time.

I must admit to you now that I was a bit nervous at meeting everyone.  I let my imagination get the best of me.  As I was walking in going up the steps I dont know what made me more nervous the idea that no one would show up or that no one would like me.  So it was with great apprehension I walked in and immediately found my way to the bar.   With drink in hand I walked up to the balcony.  Perching myself on the edge I peered down into the crowd. 

What a sight the dance floor was full, the music blaring.  I watched the crowd it seems to be undulating in beat with the music as it swells.  Through the flashing lights, the pounding beat I watch in amazement.  The crowd on the floor looks like a huge beast pulsing, throbbing, heaving and rolling.  It mesmerized me watching all the movement. 

But the most amazing sight of all was the signs I saw.  You know that secret sign.  The sign that is not as obvious as the L plastered on some foreheads that lets everyone know what a looser they are.  No this sign is more subtle, more like the touching of the nose in the Sting or the tugging of Carols ear.  

The one we all say is gaydar but really its just us seeing the sign.  You know that high sign.  The one we all know so well.  After all we are really aliens with 5 heads arent we?  Its that fact we conceal so well with our disguise.  So you can imagine the joy in my heart when to my surprise I see signs everywhere on the dance floor.  The room was filled with them.  No wonder we all are like minded, we all are from the same home.  We truly are kindred spirits. 

Nothing could hide my happiness as I almost ran down the stairs spilling my drink in the process.  I needed to embrace these souls which mimicked my inner self.  I cant tell you what a great experience this meeting became for me.  We talked and argued and then talked some more.  We all agreed that we really didnt pull this stuff out of our ass.  No it just seemed that way sometimes.  In the end I was greeted as a long lost friend by all and we spent a meaningful and joyous time together. 

One of the most insightful revelations which came about from this encounter was the realization the Ilene isnt one of us.  (Thank God) It would seem that somehow she was able to achieve a mind melt of some sort with one of us somewhere which she used to create the first season.  From that time on, because of her own arrogance, she has been on her own.  Not being one of us explains the results.  Of course this made so much sense to me.  Why hadnt I figured this out before?  It seems I needed the collective strength of all my friends (and fellow sign carriers) to figure this out.

I cant describe how good it felt to meet and greet so many like souls.  It was no dream.  I did in fact have such a good time when we got together in New York last August.  I wanted to make sure all of you know and feel welcome and invited to join us in San Francisco. 

So Im taking this opportunity to get it out there in a form of a funny little story.  I truly would like the opportunity to meet all of you.  You all have given me so much more in response to my stories then I ever anticipated.  But more important I would like all of you to experience such a great time and you can.  Meet us in San Francisco on April 21.  We will be rendezvousing at The Caf in the Castro district anytime after 6PM to whenever.  This should be a lot of fun.  Hope to see you there.

Thanks

JWet