Having read my friend Rob’s delightful piece this morning, I thought I’d follow; with a few thoughts of my own.
I am a fan.
I never needed to go to cons to prove it.
I also never had to pass a fan knowledge or political litmus test.
I became a fan the moment Apollo and Starbuck first hit their TURBO buttons and blasted out of the Galactica’s launch tubes.
I became a fan because the crew of the Phoenix daily saved Earth from the plots of Zoltar, and planet Spectra.
I became a fan because Lando said “Punch it!” and Luke brazenly challenged Vader thus: “You’ll find I’m full of surprises!”
I became a fan because Admiral Kirk looked into the viewscreen and taunted, “I’m laughing at the superior intellect.”
I became a fan because Lynda Carter captivated, as Princess Diana.
I became a fan because Erin Gray was the boss, as Colonel Deering.
I became a fan because Roy Fokker showed Rick Hunter how to fight the Zentraedi war machine.
I am a fan because, for Jack Burton, it was all in the reflexes.
I am a fan because the Enterprise boldly went where no one had gone before.
I am a fan because of Han Solo’s Revenge.
I am a fan because of The Artifact.
I am a fan because, “Death came quietly to The Row.”
I am a fan because Picard said, “Make it so.”
I am a fan because of Diane Duane and A.C. Crispin.
I am a fan because of Orson Scott Card and Larry Niven.
I am a fan because Samwise the gardener carried Frodo the ringbearer up the slopes of Mount Doom.
I am a fan because of Kzinti, Pierson’s Puppeteers, Protectors, and Grendels.
I am a fan because no matter what the universe throws at us, mankind will find a way to prevail.
As a fan, I want to adventure to new worlds, with new civilizations.
As a fan, I prefer that my heroes be manly and courageous.
As a fan, I prefer that my heroines be strong as well as beautiful.
As a fan, I prefer that my villains be deliciously villainous.
As a fan, I believe in real endings that inspire.
As a fan, I like it when they get married happily every after!
As a fan, I reject all criticisms that begin with, “You’re not a real fan, if . . .”
As a fan, I reject cynicism, nihilism, moral ambiguity, and various other assassins of hope.
As a fan, I embrace the sinner, while rejecting the sin.
As a fan, I want a story, not a sermon.
As a fan, I don’t want to be talked down to.
As a fan, I do not want to be lectured.
As a fan, I don’t need you to check my “privilege” for me.
As a fan, I don’t need my soul policed.
As a fan, I embrace content of character, over color of skin.
I remain a fan, because I want to experience a bona fide sense of wonder.
I remain a fan, because my lusty eyes are forever turned upward to the stars.
I remain a fan, because I believe in having fun.
And nobody can ever take any of that away from me.
Ladies and gentlemen, the floor is yours. Please share your FANifestos.