Dear John Barrowman-
I scarcely know how to begin, so I’ll just dive right in; what I really want to say is that I love your cock[iness].
That’s not to say I don’t adore your music, or that I don’t relish your concert DVDs and even though ordering them from the UK is a hassle, I do it, because your poise and flair make it so worth the effort.
I also don’t want to downplay all the good you put into the world; thank you for continuing to push the envelope in everything you do. I admire your work with charities that are usually forgotten and love how you speak your mind in a world full of fakes and liars.
Most of all, I want to thank you for giving me something that my husband and I can share. In a suburban world, where most things are well hidden, we are both free to enjoy your Captain Jack Harkness. Together. So, yes, we can both sit back and enjoy his cock[sure] attitude, and blazingly brilliant angst, all wrapped up in one gorgeous coat.
So thank you for being you. Coat, cock and all.
Christie