This is one of the greatest explinations on what it means to love something strange so deeply.
I think that growing up is so difficult and there are so many reasons to be afraid of admitting things about yourself. Why did I wait so many years to publicly love Dr. Who? I think that hiding your beliefs and the things you love is a small sort of betrayal to those things and beliefs and a large betrayal to yourself. This is a great reminder that no matter what strange love you have, there are people who will love it with you and you should be proud, even if people don’t understand. Kind of like porn….