Not Gay
There are things in my life of which I choose not to speak. If you've known me for a while you know this, I don't talk about feelings, I don't bring up the past, and I for damn sure do not talk about my love for the OC. Until now, I feel, you, as my devoted worshipers, my faithful geniusi to be, deserve to hear a little more from The Book of Joe. Do not confuse this with me "owing" you anything, I don't. Consider this tidbit a gift, be thankful, praise my name.*
An excerpt from The Book of Joe, Chapter 1:
For the world time exists in terms of JC, and Pre-JC. For JC, there is OC, and Pre-OC. Pre-OC was a sad time, a lonely time. Californians were snobs. Pretty, but shallow and fake. A place JC loved to vacation but could never assimilate. The beaches bleaker, sunsets dimmer, 17 year old boys with rough backgrounds from Chino adopted by their public defender and taken to be raised in a life of luxery were just that...17 year old boys with rough backgrounds from Chino adopted by their public defender and taken to be raised in a life of luxery. Nothing more.
And then Pre-OC ended. The OC came, and there was joy. The laughter of JC shook the skies, His tears nourished the crops. The world florished, there was happiness, the time of The OC was a boon to the world. Bless you children, I digress.
The OC was wrongly cancelled after Season 4 in 2007. Some people fear beauty, they fear genius, so they cancel it. This is a pain I have known my entire life. Yet I will not declare a Post-OC era to have begun. Not now, it's too early, 1 year later and there is still so much to be learned from the first 4 Seasons of The OC era. I realize it is hard, I too felt the stain of the OC fading from my soul after these long 18 months since. As you know I have dedicated myself anew to the era, the life, the genius of The OC, and I encourage you to do the same.
I caught the first 13 episodes on hulu.com, the rest I have downloaded off of isohunt as torrents. I watch them alone, in body, but could I ever really be alone with Seth, Summer, Ryan and Marissa on my screen, and in my heart? Praise be. I keep a running commentary, yes, I actually say things out loud, alone. I refuse to deprive the world of my genius even in solitude.
Watching the first season the second time around I have come to recognize some things, see a little deeper into the vast ocean of The OC. I recognize the aspects that draw men in, the values I hope become ingrained in my people and lasts long through the Post-OC era. Those first episodes, the way Ryan looks at Marissa, what guy hasn't known that feeling, seeing that girl that makes your heart ache, the one it pains to look at. But you can't stop looking, nor would you want to, you feel that pain, that love, and you know you're alive, you know there is beauty in the world.* I remember the first time I had that feeling, I doubt she ever dwells on me but I'd like to think she kept a few of my singles tucked somewhere safe all these years. Praise be.
I must get back to my studies. My dears, my geniusi to be, go, experience The OC, and rejoice. For once you are one with The OC, you have opened up the avenues to join me in the Post-OC era decades down the line. Learn their love, appreciate their laughter, if you are home alone quietly masturbate to the makeout scenes with Micha Barton. Praise be.
-JC, 2008 OC
An excerpt from The Book of Joe, Chapter 1:
For the world time exists in terms of JC, and Pre-JC. For JC, there is OC, and Pre-OC. Pre-OC was a sad time, a lonely time. Californians were snobs. Pretty, but shallow and fake. A place JC loved to vacation but could never assimilate. The beaches bleaker, sunsets dimmer, 17 year old boys with rough backgrounds from Chino adopted by their public defender and taken to be raised in a life of luxery were just that...17 year old boys with rough backgrounds from Chino adopted by their public defender and taken to be raised in a life of luxery. Nothing more.
And then Pre-OC ended. The OC came, and there was joy. The laughter of JC shook the skies, His tears nourished the crops. The world florished, there was happiness, the time of The OC was a boon to the world. Bless you children, I digress.
The OC was wrongly cancelled after Season 4 in 2007. Some people fear beauty, they fear genius, so they cancel it. This is a pain I have known my entire life. Yet I will not declare a Post-OC era to have begun. Not now, it's too early, 1 year later and there is still so much to be learned from the first 4 Seasons of The OC era. I realize it is hard, I too felt the stain of the OC fading from my soul after these long 18 months since. As you know I have dedicated myself anew to the era, the life, the genius of The OC, and I encourage you to do the same.
I caught the first 13 episodes on hulu.com, the rest I have downloaded off of isohunt as torrents. I watch them alone, in body, but could I ever really be alone with Seth, Summer, Ryan and Marissa on my screen, and in my heart? Praise be. I keep a running commentary, yes, I actually say things out loud, alone. I refuse to deprive the world of my genius even in solitude.
Watching the first season the second time around I have come to recognize some things, see a little deeper into the vast ocean of The OC. I recognize the aspects that draw men in, the values I hope become ingrained in my people and lasts long through the Post-OC era. Those first episodes, the way Ryan looks at Marissa, what guy hasn't known that feeling, seeing that girl that makes your heart ache, the one it pains to look at. But you can't stop looking, nor would you want to, you feel that pain, that love, and you know you're alive, you know there is beauty in the world.* I remember the first time I had that feeling, I doubt she ever dwells on me but I'd like to think she kept a few of my singles tucked somewhere safe all these years. Praise be.
I must get back to my studies. My dears, my geniusi to be, go, experience The OC, and rejoice. For once you are one with The OC, you have opened up the avenues to join me in the Post-OC era decades down the line. Learn their love, appreciate their laughter, if you are home alone quietly masturbate to the makeout scenes with Micha Barton. Praise be.
-JC, 2008 OC
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