oh, rupert. if you only liked girls. (mmm, like that would improve my chances... like that would improve my 'shot' at him.) i can count the times i fell in love at first sight on one hand. and rupert everett was one of them. it was late '84 or early '85. i remember i was flipping channels one saturday afternoon, and by chance, i landed on cinemax in time to see him in close-up, near the beginning of the 1984 film 'another country.' you have to understand, i was heavily, heavily into english pretty boys at the time. i remember i felt something touch my heart, literally. and i couldn't wait to know his name, and figure out where england had been hiding him. i thought he was 'cute enough to be in duran duran.' then, as he moved and spoke, i discovered his gently whimpering elegant voice... his lean and becomingly clumsy manner. i was so in love. i remember even hunting all the stores in town for completely-round, wire-framed, dark sunglasses like the ones he wore in the 'cricket game' sequence of the film. it wasn't just that i wanted to have him; ...it was more like i wanted to be him. i wanted to live in his body and like, become him. (man, how's that for teenage-maladjusted-indentity-crisis-hormones completely out of control?) yeah, it all seems funny now. i think it was as simple as this: i didn't seem to be having much luck chasing happiness as a poor, awkward, heterosexual, teenage american girl; so i figured i'd have a better chance at happiness as a priviledged, graceful, homosexual, full-grown, young englishman. man, i'm sooo glad i'm thirteen anymore. i don't remember where i found this picture of rupert, but obviously he's around 14 or 15 years old. and beautiful.
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