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Books: who was your first "genre" crush? 
14th-Jan-2013 10:38 am
Read Irresponsibly
Geek Speak Magazine will be publishing "First Crush" commentaries in the next edition. ... a collaborative piece for this month called My First Crush, in which we all contribute just a short paragraph or two revealing the first character from a genre book, movie, TV show, video game, whatever, for whom you remember feeling a real affection. (I think mine is a tie between Garion, Wesley Crusher and Raphael.) Come on, fess up! Who are yours?

So. Who did you first crush on in Sci/Fi or Fantasy?

I can still remember my first crush, no problem: Kelson Cinhil Rhys Anthony Haldane. I just submitted my write-up for the magazine on him.

In the summer between fourth and fifth grade, my older sister took the original Deryni series with us on a drive across the USA. Sometime around South Dakota, when my Rawls and George books started getting old, she thrust the end of Deryni Rising at me. With all the fervor of the newly converted, she insisted that I read the final fight scene in the cathedral. And so I lost my heart that summer to a raven-haired, fourteen-year-old boy gifted with magic, sarcasm, and wit beyond his years.

Kelson Cinhil Rhys Anthony Haldane. It was a dark, cool, magical name from a misty magical world far removed from a common, two-named kid stuck in a minivan on an endless summer vacation. I read that cathedral fight scene over and over again, inching backwards through the book until I had finally read it from beginning to end. Picking up momentum, I made the leap into Deryni Checkmate and then blew into High Deryni only to find another amazing culmulating fight scene - this time with horses! Oh, my little 11-year-old heart was ready to burst. I wanted to leap onto my pony and gallop off to help King Kelson stop the madness and save the kingdom. Long live King Kelson! ... at least, in my memory.
14th-Jan-2013 09:31 pm (UTC)
Oh Geez. Am I gonna admit this? Yeeeeah, I am: Will Riker, all the way.

Really the whole TNG bridge crew, but oh, Number One. Troy and Worf were pretty far up there, but my feelings for them were so much more complicated. I wanted to be them and that vague, longing something else. Worf would understandd my anger, my outsider feelings, my bewilderment at human customs, he would respect me enough to show me his softer side. We would be warrior-partner-officers together! Or something! And Troy was so understanding and so beautiful, physically everything I wanted to grow up to be. ...and touch? Or something!

But Riker was easy. Broad shoulders, strong personal ethics, sensitive new age machismo, and a black goatee. Six year old Aster was sold. I didn't want to be him, I just really liked him. Like liked. Plus, red uniform, and red is best.

14th-Jan-2013 09:38 pm (UTC)
Great. Now I've got "Sensitive New-Age Guys" playing in my head.

But hey, at six? I totally get it. And yes, red was the color when I was six.
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