Cue the Pulse to Begin...


Ok, so I promise, this will probably, most-likely, almost-assuredly be my last post regarding QAF. And since I think my previous post did a pretty thorough job of explaining my deep love for American television's introduction to fabulousity (yeah, I made that up), I'll try to keep this one a little shorter..

For anyone who has yet to see last night's series finale, and who intends on seeing it, be warned that I am about to divulge the final state of affairs and relationships, along with how that effects me (though Lord kno
ws, and Hotass will surely tell me, television relationships shouldn't really effect me). So, if you don't want it ruined for you, divert your attention elsewhere. And without further adeu, I give you:

Thoughts on the End of an Era

Mel and Linds took their children Gus and JR (sired by Brian and Michael, respectively) to live in Toronto. With a goal of raising their children in a safe, loving, diverse place, this freshly repaired couple have sold their home in the Pitts, piled into their lesbo-mobile (a Subaru, not surprisingly), and gotten the hell out of dodge, so to speak. Surprisingly to some, the most emotional part of their departure was not Debbie's mention that Mel and Linds had better "get your assess the fuck back here on Christmas, Thanksgiving, Hannukah, Mother's Day, etc". Indeed, it was the teary goodbey exchanged between Linds and Brian, and Linds' recant of Brian's famous motto, "No apologies. No regrets." *sniffle*

When last we saw Emmett and Ted, they were about to enjoy Ted's birthday cake in a mountain retreat, when who do we stumble upon, but Ted's on-again-off-again love and drug interest, Blake. Sweet Emmett pushes Teddy to get going with Blake, so he can dive into the cake alone, but we all know that at least part of Emmett misses being in love with Ted. This potential Lana Turner moment takes a surprise turn when an unexpected, but familiar voice from Hazelhurst, MS grabs his attention. And judging from the way they left for Em's hotel room, the former "straight" high school swim team star ended up grabbing more than his attention. Here's to hoping Em and Teddy find the love they've been looking for...

Loud-mouthed Debbie could never be more proud of her son. She's also in love with Det. Carl Horvath, and back at the diner after a brief stint in retirement. As hornery and vulgar as ever, she's still the matriarch of this gaggle, and intends on staying that way for a long, long time...

Michael, Ben, and Hunter are finally about to be a legal family. Mikey and Ben asked Hunter if they could adopt him, and the paperwork has been filed to make him officially, Hunter Novotny Bruckner. In the episode three weeks ago, a bomb was detonated at a political event held at Babylon, and Michael almost died. After several surgeries and a blood transfusion, he's healing up well. I swear I was a reck when that bomb went off and if Michael had died, I may have had to call in sick to work the next day. Oy veh...

And last, but certainly not least, the final state of the Brian-Justin relationship. Nearly losing Michael in the explosion seemed to have a life-changing effect on Brian Kinney. He put the remains of Babylon up for sale, sold his loft, and purchased a country estate with a pool, tennis court, stables, and a big fireplace. Then he proposed to Justin. The world fell silent as Pittsburgh's biggest opposer of married queers (or defectors, as he often called them) was effectively on his knee. Justin scrapped plans of moving to New York to conquer the art world. The invitations were sent, the wedding was planned, and the day before their rehearsal dinner, Mel opened her cunt-ass mouth and told Brian he'd better treat Justin well, considering what he was giving up to be with him. Needless to say, they cancelled the wedding, Justin moved to NYC, and the show that brought real homosexuals to American television ended with a lonely but matured Brian and a healing and always adorable Michael dancing with no soundtrack at the blown up remains of Babylon.

Ok, so that description wasn't as short as I thought it would be, but last night's episode was an emotional moment for Roomie and I.

Prior to running the finale episode, Showtime ran a 30 minute goodbye special that had me even more verclempt than the finale itself. I'll close this post with the last words said in that special, by the verbosely eloquent Sharon Gless (Debbie Novotny):

"It sucks that its over. There."