Friday, August 11, 2006
It's Not the Aliens in Your Life...
It’s the life in your aliens. Thinking back on my long history of alien love, I have to say that Mr. Spock was not my first alien. As a kid I was a huge fan of Superboy comics. I’ve never been a huge fan of the adult version of this super hero, but I loved the teenage Kal-el. Maybe because he had a dog. I guess Superboy was my version of the “safe crush” that most girls tend to get on pop stars.
Then along came Uncle Martin from My Favorite Martian. Not that I actually had a crush on the character played by Ray Walston, but I was totally addicted to the show.
Then came Mr. Spock. One of the great loves of my life. How well I recall sitting in study hall in high school writing my first romance novels – about Mr. Spock. What a career he got me started on.
I’m still in love with Mork from Ork. I don’t suppose Han Solo technically counts as an alien, but he is from long ago and a galaxy far far away. Aragorn probably doesn’t count as an alien, either, but he has that mysterious stranger thing going that is part of the appeal of the alien love object.
Mind you, all these folk are not really aliens. Sorry, Mr. Spock, but even you are a human with a lot of appealing neuroses despite the pointed ears and green blood. I don’t know if we could love real, extraterrestrial aliens (with the exception of E.T. himself maybe…but what he represents is a lost little boy, so I guess he’s not an alien, either). Any real alien would be completely other. I’d like to think that we could love what we cannot understand, but I don’t know if we could lust after the unknowable.
What we alien lovers are drawn to is the outsider, the rebel, the lure of the exotic. The stranger in town draws our attention. Maybe he’s dangerous. He’s certainly exciting. He’s different, and we crave different. Besides, we believe that we can tame him, help him, understand him, love him. And he’ll appreciate us for the unique and wonderful beings we are. We alien lovers are incredibly romantic. We do not settle for the merely normal. In many ways we are aliens in our mundane environment as well.
Posted by Susan Sizemore at 2:56 PM