An Asexual's love letter to Good Omens 2
There's an infamous quote by Neil Gaiman going around, regarding the general vibe of season 2, and many people (I believe humorously) yelling that it could not be further from the truth. Particularly in the last episode, where that happens.
The final episode of season 2 was deeply, deeply comforting to me.Ā
I am asexual. Have been my whole life. Even before I had the words to describe what that was, child-me had this feeling in their gut of being an outlier, that everyone was exaggerating, or in on some joke, that I wasnāt privy to. Because I was bombarded on all sides by shows and movies and books, telling the same story of love, again, and again, and AGAIN. Itās drilled into our brains with the same fervor as the days of the week, or the quadratic formula. Meet-cute -> misunderstanding ->declaration of feelings ->kiss. More or less steps can be added to account for runtime or complexity of narrative, but thatās the basic structure that a relationship follows. It MUST be, because thatās the formula every character who's ever been in a story goes through, often times when it even feels like an add-on, like itās only there because this is a story, there HAS to be a romance. And it has to follow the steps.
For a long time, I felt love wasnāt for me, because if thereās only one way to be in love, I sure as hell wasnāt feeling it.Ā
Instead, the relationship I ended up in looked a lot like what Beezlebub and Gabriel go through. Meeting someone routinely until it starts to feel comfortable. Getting to know them and slowly growing more attached. Eating chips and listening to music.
We like to joke whenever someone asks us how long weāve been together, because the answer is we just sort of slowly fell into it, and we honestly donāt know when the line got blurred between āfriendsā and āpartnersā. And, at least for me, a good deal of that confusion, that hesitancy to label, came from the fact that what I was feeling, what we were, couldnāt be love. It couldnāt be romantic.Ā
We were just quiet and gentle.
Because it was slow, because it wasnāt physical, because there was no structure aside from consistency and companionship. Because it didnāt follow the Rules.
Then I found myself in stories, and it felt like a revelation.
Beelzebub and Gabriel arenāt the first time Iāve seen a love like I feel represented in a narrative, but it never stops feeling special. And I donāt know if Iāll ever stop celebrating it.
Throughout the sequence in the pub, I kept expecting them to āconfirmā Gabriel and Beelzebub. A dramatic line, a kiss, a whatever. Thatās what Iāve been taught to expect, after all, thatās the only way a relationship is ārealā. Of course, this doesn't mean Crowley and Aziraphale sharing a dramatic kiss is wrong, or that I canāt see why it resonated with so many people, but for me. Those moments in the pub are worth so much more.The last scene might have been literally showstopping, but those handful of moments between the duke of hell and an archangel were the beating heart of the season for me. A simple love story in four scenes. No kisses. No āI love youās. Not even any definition of what. The love Gabriel and Beelzebub have is strong enough for them to both want to shatter their worlds and flee their lives and it's just.Ā
Two people in a pub, playing the other's favorite song, giving a little gift, buying a packet of crisps.Ā
That sequence means far more to me than any kiss ever could.
Love isnāt only real when it's hot and sudden and ephemeral, it can also be
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