A Study in Rainbow

A NOTE before anyone would bother to read: This entry is not for any manner of homophobe to read. A homo or straight could read this and be fine with it, but never the homophobes. For members of Gay-STraight-Alliances only, if you'd prefer. Don't really care...

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I marvel at how it took me long enough to finally write about my new delicious addiction, that is, reading JOHNLOCK fics. (If you don't know, then it's a pity, but here's a pic to enlighten your poor soul).

Reading them gives me the  high I think would beat even the high given by cocaines or heroines--the exact high I needed and craved and as of now, I just couldn't get enough of it (despite the experience written on my last entry). I can't get satiated that if I were an animal, I'd probably be basking and bathing at the scent of them and wanting to get under skin. I didn't really expect to get so sucked up in my JOHNLOCK addiction having just emerged from my DRARRY fever ---

----which took me about 4 months to be finally comfortable enough not to read fics about it for a day, and mind you, I didn't really emerge from it whole and unscathed. But this JOHNLOCK pairing unexpectedly yet absolutely grew in me and lodged somewhere deep in my heart, nibbling slowly and secretly like some fast multiplying virus until it had expanded large enough to consume every cell and fibre of my being. So now I'm completely at its clutches, writhing in its mercy, hungry for every nice fanfic about it, never once halting in my hunt, and never getting tired of this amazing high I get from reading it. It's crazy. I'm like a masochist completely devoured and slaved by its hands. And I love every minute of it, every waking moment that my eyes pour over the thousands and thousands of words depicting the stories of love, lust, romance between--well--Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.


I can't really imagine how dull life would be without having known this indescribable pleasure brought about by slash fics. How dull life must be for closed-minded, ordinary people. Or shockingly homophobic people who can't appreciate the different colors of life. It's so foreign to me now, the lives they live... especially the lives homophobes live trying to shun the existence of a homosexual attraction. Am straight as I can be, mind you, but my mind's not as dull as a wooden ruler that would break. Hmmm,,, I think I need coffee now that my attempt at metaphor sucks. Apologies.