You Think You Know - Disclaimer

Chapter 1: Our Heros Meet
Chapter 2: Let Them Eat Cake!
Chapter 3: VMA's
Chapter 4: Day Off
Chapter 5: Three Small Words
Chapter 6: Complicated

"You think you know… but you have no idea."

For those of you living under a rock (or without cable), that's the tag line of the MTV's "Diary". I love "Diary". I don't care who it is, I love seeing that behind the scenes stuff. (I'm similarly addicted to "Cribs," but that's another story someday.)

And that line conjures up all sorts of things, doesn't it? As fans, we don't know. We never can. No matter how many documentaries or "Diary"s we watch, or how many articles we read, or how many hours we log standing in front of hotels and venues and tour buses, we will never really know what goes on in the life of a pop star. We take what the publicity teams give us, and mix it together with a few unguarded moments we might be lucky enough to catch and from that we build our picture of what our boys might really be like.

This time, I barely even did that. I've spent a lot of time studying Nick Carter, but this one is really just an exercise. I don't know much of anything about JC Chasez. It's more about James than anything. These scenes have been floating around my hard drive and my head for years now, and now that the James/JC thing has been alluded to in "Oreos," we've gotten a few comments about it, so here. This is some of the back-story.

It's not really a story. Consider it a companion piece to "Oreos". I've thought for a long time that I needed to take these random bits and pieces and turn them into a proper story, but every time I talked about that, Coriander would whack me and tell me to stick to "Oreos", that JC/James was just a distraction. So instead I'm going to assume that you are all faithful readers of "Oreos" and you know what's going on. This is what happens when Rachel's not in the room, and James gets a chance to talk for himself.

If you're squicked out by consenting men having sex, just stop right here. If you're totally turned on by consenting men having sex, stop right here, because the sex is only alluded to. I have enough trouble writing heterosexual sex, thanks. Slash isn't really my thing. I've read a lot of it, some good, a bunch of it awful. One thing I've never read is an attempt to make it real. What if one of the boy banders really was gay? How much would he have to hide every day in order to keep his career? Would it be possible for him to have a relationship with a man that he really cared about? So writing this is sorta my attempt to look at those questions.

And yeah, this is a solo effort. Pumpkin Coach doesn't share my obsession with the skinny-hipped one. ;->

- Paperbag Princess

Last updated 01.21.07

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