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Fan Girl: A story of coming out of the geek closet

By by aprill brandon/abrandon@vicad.com
Nov. 8, 2010 at 5:08 a.m.
Updated Nov. 10, 2010 at 5:10 a.m.


It was my 17th birthday. And despite the fact that I was, by all outward appearances, a healthy, happy, cheerleader-esque, slightly dingy, red-blooded American girl, how I choose to celebrate that day shocked my close family and friends.

I'm not sure what came over me. Perhaps I was tired of hiding who I was and denying my real identity. Perhaps it was just pure teenage rebellion. But whatever it was, when my best friend asked me what I wanted to do that day, I proudly declared "I want to go see 'Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace.'"

It was official. I had come out of the fangirl closet.

And as I sat there with my jumbo tub of popcorn and jug o' Diet Coke, surrounded by 12-year-old boys and 40-something balding men, I was never happier.

Coming out as a geek had its downside, however. Believe it or not, most men do not find it impressive nor sexy that you can spend two hours arguing the fact that Han shot first (he did) and that in a fight to the death, Batman would beat Superman (he would).

See, when you're a chick who digs all things geek, you generally get one of two reactions from the male population:

1. Hit the road, nerd (this is the most common reaction).

2. Will you marry me? (generally from 12-year-old boys and 40-something balding men)

So naturally, although I was for the most part "out," I still closely guarded this aspect of myself.

And then, I met the man who would become my husband, who for our purposes here, I will call Geeky McGeekerson. He casually mentioned how he had the entire DVD series of both "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel" and before you knew it, we were in love and getting a puppy together (who we named, what else, Buffy).

It was during this time that I went from casual geek to hardcore fangirl. Geeky McGeekerson was the ultimate enabler, and with his vast collection of comic books, sci-fi DVDs and random items like a replica of the Darth Vader helmet, I soon reached the point of no return.

Entire weekends have been devoted to watching "Dr. Who" and "Firefly."

I have a T-shirt collection ranging from Wonder Woman's face to declaring I am a "Browncoat" in bold letters.

My home office is covered in "Buffy" comic books.

My screensaver? Jensen Ackles from "Supernatural."

I know the words to "Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog" by heart and jam to the soundtrack while driving to work.

I have a Google alert set up for any information regarding the new "Deadpool" movie.

Since moving to Texas, I have yet to miss the Texas Ren Fest and speaking in really bad Old English ("Me doth think we shouldth get a another beer, m'lord").

The biggest fight Geeky and I ever got in was not over jealousy or infidelity, but over whether the Hulk is actually a hero (he's not ... although if Geeky is reading this, he totally is, babe).

Not to get too graphic on you, but while most brides wear some sort of sexy lingerie for their honeymoon, I wore the Princess Leia gold bikini outfit.

And when we found out that Austin was holding a Comic Con, we both immediately thought "We must dedicate an entire issue of Get Out to this."

So to all my fellow fangirls and fanboys, this issue is dedicated to you. Be who you are, and be proud of who you are. And I'll see you at the Comic Con (I'll be the one in the gold bikini outfit).

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